Fake Disease - TW Walsh

We captured a ghost

But we lost the sheet

Now he won’t shut up

He’s a little bit cold

His body burned

In a random fire

Some people die

Some people live

I have my doubts

But I can’t speak

The spirit’s strong

But the body’s weak

I drank the blood

I just had to try it

I made an offer

But I didn’t buy it

We’re bored, but we’re lazy too

You’re pointing fingers, but look at you

So sick of mind, and ill at ease

Breakin' hearts with a fake disease

The ransom is high

But we don’t give in

And the children come

And we make the switch

Blowin' tires on the slightest curb

Throwin' laws at every little verb

Killin' people when we feel like it

We cry in public like we give a shit

You burn your body just to get some cash

Buyin' garbage that goes in the trash

So sick of mind, and ill at ease

Breakin' hearts with a fake disease