Terminal - Intellectual

I am, plotting the fall of man

I am the catalyst of volatile action

We are consumed by our own sickness

How does it feel to become the disease? Get down

We are the disease

Oh! Hear Zak's fucking guitar? 1, 2

(Swell) HEEE

Depression and anxiety will corrupt your mind

The world is a sad fucking place to be alive

The weight of existence will destroy your soul

And when you break down, no one will care

When will you, realize?

That you are Uncured, condemned to die

When will you take my advice?

Change your life, end your misery

End your misery

CLAP THOSE FUCKIN HANDS! Here we go

Yeah

We are all just waiting to die

Expedite the process, now you decide

Time to restore the human race

We don’t deserve to suffer this fate

I don't really care about anything that you do or how you justify your sad fucking miserable lives

In the end of everything you are a disappointment just another broken person that is waiting to die

This is the end. Come on

Big fucking groove is coming

This is the end of your life

Terminal

Don't keep waiting

Don’t keep hanging on

This is a plague wrought upon the world

Spreading the venom in your soul

Dispersing black bile in your blood

Cut out the tumor, leave a gaping hole

We are a disease

We are infected

We are a mistake

And it needs to be corrected. Oh!

We all deserve to survive

End this disease

Only I can cure

You are deceased