Disease Testo

in this city's heart there's a disease. in this night's dark, in the lives we lead. we're all cowards until the ride home. we're all smiles as long as we can hold. the very last drop. the final nail. the closing curtain, lying down, give in. so we keep walking, keep turning keys, keep rounding corners, we know where they lead. skin cracks and bones break. hearts weaken beating just to beat.