The Virus - Before I Turn, Dan Smallacombe

I don’t believe you, cause everything’s a lie

It lingers on you, I see it in your eyes

You are a poison, there’s nothing left to say

But let it be a warning that you will soon decay

Delusional and designed to fail

All your beliefs leave your mind so frail

Head so high you can see the clouds

When you learn your purpose you will fall to the ground

You’re no messiah you are far too weak, your future home lies beneath your feet

Constant agony, inducing misery, and suffering on the ones you love

Conduct your militia that’s within your head, for there’s a thousand armies

that want you dead

Shaking on the ground, and the last thing you see

All your fans lost for laughing in the face of me

Delusional and designed to break

Your mind will quiver and the ground will shake

Head swings low like the chariot, that brings you to nowhere but a city of

dross and shit

You wouldn’t know what it’s like to stay true

So step down off your pedestal for there’s no God in you

God in you

Choking on your own words you start to suffocate

Living off your last breath its already too late

Choking on your own words you start to suffocate

Living off your last breath it’s already too late