The Illness

Why are you telling me to come home?
When home is not a word that I've known
You stomp around the floor like a troll
And tell me for living I should pay the toll

I'll never be like you, I say
I lay alone at night and I pray
You used to be so kind and so young
The illness got to you, you're no fun

And it took away her mother
And it took away her father
And it wants her next
And it took away her lover
It'll take away the others
And it wants her next

And I could die but it means that it's won
And I could break but I'd be a bad son
And I'd cry but that'd make me weak
So in life it's forgiveness I seek

I'll never be like you, I say
I lay alone at night and I pray
You used to be so kind and so young
The illness got to you, you're no fun

And it took away her mother
And it took away her father
And it wants her next
And it took away her lover
It'll take away the others
And it wants her next

And it took away her mother
And it took away her father
And it wants her next
And it took away her lover
It'll take away the others
And it wants her next

And it took away her mother
And it took away her father
And it wants her next
And it took away her lover
It'll take away the others
And it wants her next
And it wants her next
And it wants her next
And it wants her next