LYRIC

Praying hands grasp a throat
Searching for a song they wrote
Heater just won't warm a frozen spirit

Just a man with a cause
No reward and no applause
If there was a call he did not hear it

Tiny heroes fall in big battles
Mind of stone breaks and rattles, yeah

The only thing I need
Kiss my disease and make it all better
Clean me when I bleed Justify me
Make words of my scattered letters

Hunger pangs they take control
Growling at the tired soul
Withered body just won't meet the demands

Growing older growing weak
Going nowhere future's bleak
Need another spark to fire up the plan

Tiny heroes fall in big battles
Mind of stone overcomes the rattles, yeah

The only thing I need
Kiss my disease and make it all better
Clean me when I bleed Justify me
Make words of my scattered letters

Won't you kiss my disease? (3x)

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