No Trend - Cancer | Текст песни

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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