Letra de Disease

he isn´t deceiving, that´s twenty this evening,
he´s starting to feel rather sick.
the cubicle door, well it opens again,
he never quite gets used to it.

and the drugs in his veins, they don´t ease the pain,

he started at sixteen and he is nineteen now,
his mother don´t understand how.
he´s got a disease, and he´s not very pleased.
his life´s almost over now.

and his funeral was a shame,
because none of them came.

he´s got a disease, he´s not very pleased, his life´s almost over now.
yes he´s got a disease and he´s not very pleased cause his life almost over now.