I forsake the good with the bad My nightmare is their lie Sugar-coated poison half concealed Beneath the surface is decay Rot and cancer clot my life The eyes are the window to the soul Disease waits in the shining plastic Cretin horrors walk the streets Blow-dried lies the false idol Useless hope from founded lies Sugar-coated poison half concealed My nightmare is their lie Familiarity breeds contempt Such nausea I've never known I forsake the good with the bad