1. NEW DISEASE

We live for this emptiness feeling of pleasure
We get so sick
We’re happiest under the weather
Poison in our veins
Dying for a taste
‘Cause we’re birds of a feather
So we suffer together

The end is where we all begin

We die for the feeling
Nothing to believe in
Put a gun against your head
Pull the trigger join the trend
We live for the sickness
Obsessed and addicted
We’re all dying just to be
Part of a new disease

A new disease is what we want but what we do instead
Is dream up demons that feed on us til there’s nothing left
And we believe it that we’re feeling the best
When the guns are pressed against our heads
We’re on a fast track looking for another condition
But now we’re half passed dead with a fucking addiction
We got bad habits and we’re always pushing the limits
Just to mask that madness of loving the sickness

The end is where we all begin

We die for the feeling
Nothing to believe in
Put a gun against your head
Pull the trigger join the trend
We live for the sickness
Obsessed and addicted
We’re all dying just to be
Part of a new disease

We wanna feel the sickness
We wanna lose control
We feed our new addiction
Until we overdose
Yeah, we feed our new addiction
Until we overdose

The end is where we all begin

We die for the feeling
Nothing to believe in
Put a gun against your head
Pull the trigger join the trend
We live for the sickness
Obsessed and addicted
We’re all dying just to be
Part of a new disease