he Death

(15 April 2006)
Words and Music by Howard Scott

The worst sickness comes from within
And because it is a part of you
You deny it, turn away from it,
Try to make deals with it
Just to stay alive.

In the end, the sickness wins,
The pills just hide the symptoms,
The patches numb the urges
And the injections burn the skin,
Check the news at five.

You fight the good fight and
You win some battles
But the enemy within you
Poisons everything
And you cannot survive.

I’m just glad I don’t share the same DNA

Try as you might
For as long as you are able
Your strength cannot hold up
The cancer sucks your life
Always from within.

Break

You fight the good fight and
You win some battles
But the enemy within you
Poisons everything
And you cannot survive.

And you die.
You die a little.
You die a little more inside.
Die a little more inside.

Notes: Some things were happening. This song, and the feelings with it, were 38 years in the making and 11 years in the confirmation.

Copyright 2006, Kick Me Hard