Letras
We are the fire in the attic
We are the voices in the static
You have a sickness
And we are the disease
That brings you to your knees
Misery loves the company
Apathy is feeding the machine
Carried in the heart of kings and queens
And we are the disease, we are the disease
We are the disease
We are the disease
Critical shutdown of false virtue
The viral outbreak to kill the untrue
You are the capture
And we are the disease
That brings you to your knees
Misery loves our company
Apathy is feeding the machine
Carried in the heart of kings and queens
And we are the disease, we are the disease
We are the disease
We are the disease
Yeah we are the disease
We are the role call of the pustule
(The misery, the company)
We are the echo of violent truth
(Their apathy feeds the machine)
We are the whisper of the lit fuse
(We are disease, we are disease)
We are the voices and we reject you
(We reject you, and we reject you)
Misery loves the company
Apathy is feeding the machine
Carried in the heart of kings and queens
Misery loves the company
Apathy is feeding the machine
Carried in the heart of kings and queens
And we are the disease, we are the disease
We are the disease
We are the disease
Yeah we are the disease
