Disease - zero degree

No one to guide us, to guide us in this place

Feel the pain of this world in blaze

All the roses, they all blossom black

A lonely orphan sings the final track

When everything seems lost in this world

Who protects us from what we want?

When everything seems lost in this world

Who will take care?

Smoke the day’s last cigarette

Because no saviour will be sent

Say your prayers and let them go

Your gentle tears will find no hope

When everything seems lost in this world

Who protects us from what we want?

When everything seems lost in this world

Who will take care?

So wise, but they aren’t understanding

Life’s self-made disease