Cancerous, they rot you
Their life outside consumes
Cancerous, they push you
Everything they have is brief
Fleeting dreams of what could be
All the lost belief
They wait, but its all too late
Cancerous, they all knew
They dreams they sold, are gone
We need to be alone
We need to feel at home
Separate the parts, pieces I long forgot
Seasons come and seasons go and push us far away
Away from view
They say; "I want out"
They say; "I want out"
They say; "I want out of view, I want out"
Here I need, peace