He can't pay attention
what slips into his system
a light touch, a whisper that puts you to sleep
don't signify to the mystery disease
All it is is a feeling
pain in a dress too revealing
a lost bond, an old friend who likes what it sees
he cant shake off the mystery disease
Lovers in a past life
meet at the street close to midnight
the last look, sweet like the end of a dream
then fall back into the mystery disease
Go on, tell your symptoms to me
its not in any of the books you can read
it's not fun to face what you don't care to be
but what's one more to the mystery disease?
Floating impatience
snuffs my limited sapience
Black smoke as soon as the pressure's released
deep space sighs, the mystery disease
Consumed by a weakness
cut with perpetual unrest
you see stars, sunsets blurred through the screen
trap what you want, waste what you need
And when the west wing sweeps through the leaves
emperors history, fall to the knees
small fronds can't see the wood through the trees
left in the dust of the mystery disease
