To Rid The Disease کے بول

There's nobody here, there's nobody near I try not to care, dead eyes always stare Let these matters be, don't trust what you see Take hold of your time, step into the line There's innocence torn from its maker Stillborn the trust in you This failure has made the creator So would you tell him what to do (would you) Leave your mark upon the head of someone Who'll cry for his state, we know it's too late I turn round to see what was meant to be Faint movement release to rid the disease There's innocence torn from its maker Stillborn the trust in you (I have lost all trust I had in you) This failure has made the creator So would you tell him what to do (I have lost all trust I had in you)