Text book infection started in the month of June
First my mouth grew tired, and then the madness will consume
Sick of letting all of these lumps in my dry throat explode
Next time I will cut them and let the ‘dizzy' ooze flow
into the streets eating away at everything bringing cilvilization to its knees
As I strap the bomb on to my body, they tell me that they'll miss me
And this situation is so God damn bittersweet
Gotta get rid of me
A makeshift remedy serum is injected into my veins
As we're counting down the minutes to when my ‘ambit' will strike again
The dynamite is strapped to my chest, it seems the only answer
As they pace back and forth with anxiousness
Hoping they have found a cure for homesickness like this
And my skin starts turning black, and they all take a few steps back
And give them one last ‘oath', push the denator, and start to laugh
But it's really not that bad, see this was the solution all along
My memories were quarantined, so we'll set them free in this song
it's really not that bad, see this was the solution all along
My memories were quarantined, so we'll set them free in this song
Set them free in this song
Now, we're finally home; it feels good not to be alone
Just remember you must tend to it, for it to really grow
‘A core of enough' friendships remind you you survived
Click your heals three times and pray that you will make it out alive
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