You are a sickness: my only sincere plage.Is this what you've
worked for? Running your false empire to the ground.What is this
substance that made your very own morals change? It's gone a little
too far to turn back now. Always running I am the outcast. Keep
running away. On to the next one, how can you have no shame?
Gone is your reason, think of from where you came. God as my
witness, there will be no love lost. This is my vengeance: from here on
out it's no regrets. You are my sickness: I gave it all my very best. It's
gone a little too far to turn back now. Always running I am the outcast.
Keep running away. Onto the next one, driven by what you gain. Broken
honor, you came and you went. We're just another crack in the wall,
here with no love lost.