I'm not afraid
Nothin to lose
Knew all along
Neck in the noose
Growing calloused
Going to die
Full of malice
Don't know why
Bottle in front of me
Frontal lobotomy
Smoke what burns
Turn to the worst things
Once the best is gone
The search for the cure
Will spread more infection to the pure
Oh what a waste, oh what a waste,
Oh what a waste, oh what a waste,
Oh what a waste, oh what a waste,
Oh what a waste, oh what a waste, oh what a waste.
Turn to the worst things
Once the best is gone
The search for the cure
Will spread more infection to the pure
The search for the cure
Will spread more infection to the pure
The search for the cure
Will spread more infection to the pure
The search for the cure
Will spread more infection to the pure
The search for the cure
Will spread more infection to the pure.