Zac Leaser - Zymotic

The disease may enter dreams
in a way that fools the heart
Making one believe that it belongs there,
while waking still
The long rest of a tired and beat down old man
Exhausted from fighting,
He lay to rest behind a closed door
Lonely and broken
Looking for a light that will glow upon his dark eyes
He lay there praying for an end
He lay there praying for an end
Don't give up, he told his own mind
Don't give in, would not allow the body
To give up, he would endure suffering
To give in, it would not even cross his mind
Don't give up, he told his own mind
Don't give in, would not allow the body
To give up, he would endure suffering
To give in, it would not even cross his mind
And he watches time go by
as if this were a means to an end
The disease may enter dreams
in a way that fools the heart
Making one believe that it belongs there,
while waking still
The long rest of a tired and beat down old man
Exhausted from fighting,
He lay to rest behind a closed door
Lonely and broken
Looking for a light that will glow upon his dark eyes
He lay there praying for an end
He lay there praying for an end
Don't give up, he told his own mind
Don't give in, would not allow the body
To give up, he would endure suffering
To give in, it would not even cross his mind
Don't give up, he told his own mind
Don't give in, would not allow the body
To give up, he would endure suffering
To give in, it would not even cross his mind