Cancer - No Trend

I forsake the good with the bad

My nightmare is their lie

Sugar-coated poison half concealed

Beneath the surface is decay

Rotten cancer, clothe my life

The eyes are the window to the soul

Disease waits in the shiny plastic

Cretin whores walk the street

Blow-dried lies the false idol

Useless hope from founded lies

The eyes are the window to the soul

Sugar-coated poison half concealed

My nightmare is their lie

I forsake the good with the bad

Familiarity breeds contempt

Such nausea I’ve never known

Rotten cancer, clothe my life

The eyes are the window to the soul