Calamity کے بول

So you got me all figured out Got me standing in the corner with your finger out I play along, play along for now But I know something you don’t know I got your disease I got your disease Never wanted a part of it but now I’m down on my knees Maybe eyes are meant for crying after all And maybe hands were made to crawl Silence so deafening I can hear my heart beating I’ll never be the same No! Die! No! Die! Die! Die!