Why cure the sickness If nothing is there? And no one seems to care Illness is hidden within The medicine is your best friend CHORUS: You're bleeding, hear your cries I'm deaf and I'm blind Infected with your lies Bled into more warning signs The sickness It is rising Your pathogens Are compromising Healing with the mind But falling apart inside CHORUS Take your medicine Make everything better again Heal my hurts within And bring me back to life again