Iris' House, Pt. I - Forgotten Tomb

Wake up call

Counting off the days

Cruel fate, forced upon you

Unexpected countdown

«And when you thought

Life was all set

Your family, your comfort zone

Your corner of joy…»

It grows within

Inbred therein

Gun pointed at your head

Sickness' next of kin

Let the news sink in

Accept that you’re a has-been

Fighting uselessly

A battle you can’t win

«And they’re coming for ya

A stretcher to take you away

Words of solace

A comfy room to end your days…»

A hope for treatment

While you slowly die

A death foretold

Diguised by doctors' lies

«Life expectancy: less than 3 months

We’ll try our best

Have faith in the research…»

It grows within

Inbred therein

Gun pointed at your head

Sickness' next of kin

Let the news sink in

Accept that you’re a has-been

Fighting uselessly

A battle you can’t win

A battle we won’t ever win