Disease - Trallery

My target is to doom

A clean soul,

Virgin in pain,

And pure from some…

Disease is what I feel

Watching

Kids running,

Running around the swing.

Hi frenzy.

Now there is no turning back,

Unconciously all is planned,

I’m trying to persuade my mind,

Guilty of seeing reality.

At nine arrives punctual

The father,

Greeting the family,

Sitting in his armchair

He’s waiting for the last…

Supper is being prepared

By the mother,

Always acting,

She’s the perfect wife,

She’s living only to…

To smile won’t be reminded

By the daughter

She’s condemned,

She has so much to loose,

Her innocence, one life.

One life will escape,

Four have been thrown away,

Deep inside I feel okay,

Proud to be a murderer.

The only one who tries to resist

The father

Why?

He’s asking…

Another won’t be reminded…

Tears of blood.

Kids are crying,

Prepare to die,

Women wither,

Children lost.

They have succumbed to the disgrace,

I have succeded in my fantasy.

Nothing can stop the disease,

One life, two deaths will be reminded

She is bereaved in her deepness,

She will be forever sick.

Nothing can stop the disease!

Another way to see reality

From today another one is insane,

Forever hapiness won’t be reminded.

Now, the only she doesn’t want to meet

Will be her own disease

She will try to pray,

As she’s falling,

Analyzing the facts,

Finding all the lies.

Lies become the truth,

Although she does not want,

Slavering herself,

Pretending to live her life.

I have started a plague

Fed by the crowd,

Blaming scapegoats,

Claiming for vengeance.

Living at the expense of suffering,

Thinking of what I have done,

Taking away from the targets the desire to live,

The chain has begun.

Behold!

Disease is what she feels

Watching!

Kids running,

Running around the swing.

Memories weigh.

She has her target clear:

The male child

Why is he smiling?

He has not lived in pain.

That’s not fair.

Now there’s no turning back,

Unconciously all is planned,

She’s trying to persuade herself.

She can see reality.

All is circling around!

Story of a fake hapiness,

Another generation of disgrace,

The plague is turning back.

The penalty is to charge with fakeness.

The green gardens will burn,

With children hung from their swings.

Nothing can stop the disease!

Sooner or later will be sewed

In your brain.