there is always the smart one
that says one of us could be infected
maybe we should stay here for a while
maybe just incinerate
burn ourselves down
for the fate of the human race
we'll lock ourselves up tight
so there's no getting out
cause this is the worst
feeling coming down
and then there are the crazy ones
or maybe just the sane
who just wanna run out and slide away
and back there where
all the other people laughing
and the quarantine line is
getting low
to this strange and red disease
it's got me feeling low
and then a little sweat drips from the brow
then things start changing
and my skin crawls slow
and i grab my last grenade
pull the pin and count to 3
cause this virus in here
has poisoned the best of me
nothing but this feeling
where i drown
cause love is the worst disease
and its going round.
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