End Of Destiny - An Illness To Call Your Own
Shriek your vanity Spawned from boredom A cheap excuse for attentionIgnoring blessings Embracing all that's wrong You would stab your heart for a sympathetic word
Force fed your problems Every day we cry for you So afraid you will be boring
You cover yourself in gloom and drag us down with you
Will you be interesting When all are dead and gone
Will you be interesting When all is said and done
Come get your own disease Impress all your friends Let them cry for you in fascination
So entertaining in your hell Immorality embraced within yourself
Will you be interesting When all are dead and gone
Will you be interesting When all is said and done
So afraid of missing out being ignored in happiness Your mind twisted in agony
Resentful of those without problems Your self image becomes your god
In this battle of degeneration You would exchange every blessing
Every miracle Every ounce of your integrity Only to obtain one thing
An illness to call your own
Written by:
Buddy Reno, Daniel Terry, Joseph Wren, Michael Yahne, Patrick Daniels
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