A Malady

Artists : Epidemic Effect : A Malady

Don't face a lie.
Terrified to speak outright, the circumstances.
Hide.
A need to open my veins and cry.
No tears for you, though I feel them everytime.
It's my pleasure to stand and salute.
You're so much better.
It's my pleasure that leads me to pursue this fantasy of mine, a malady divine.
Patronizing to cover over something uncovered when the moon, its sky, does own.
Then, the sun begins to fill the room with a glow of the innocence taken from you.
It's my pleasure to ever have known you.
No chance you'll remember.
It's my pleasure that led me to pursue this fantasy of mine, this unrelenting night, a malady divine.
I can tell you're focused on me through glares hidden in obscurity.
I think to much of a little known fantasy.
It's not as if some force came over me.
What life ever meant to me was seen through your eyes.
I wish that some night no one would come home.
I could make my longing come to life, pray that not even god knows.
It'd be my pleasure to give life to you.
Next time I'll know better.
It's my pleasure that leads me to resume staging my flight, hating this life, stealing your right to sleep this very night.
And I know that you hate me and wish you could take my life, but I'm still alive and breathing.
I have no right to change your mind.
Why would I treat myself like this?
Create such a lie.
Bury it inside.
You deserve that fucking right.
When the sun fills the room, I wish I could give it back to you.