Tekster: Flaw. Homegrown Studio Sessions. Sick Disease.

I've been waiting all this time you made yourself aware
It's another small distingue you're not the [- - -]
There is only one more reason for them all to stare
At this time I've had enough and I no longer care
That's why

That's why it seems they're giving up on you
You are their only son
There's just one thing that's left for you to do
Just fight 'til you have won

I must let myself believe
I am the one
Who can change this sick disease
I have just begun

Why don't you throw your arms down, walk away for good
It's your one and only chance I really wish you would
Is there anybody listening, if you want me good
This is just a final warning, is that understood
Now you feel

And now you feel as if you're pushing through
You are their only son
There's just one thing that's left for you to do
Keep fighting 'til you've won

I must let myself believe
I am the one
Who can change this sick disease
I have just begun

I am my own worst enemy
The voices inside in my head
There must be something wrong with me
Or with the world instead
And now I feel

And now I feel as if I'm pushing through
I am their only son
There's just one thing that's left for me to do
Keep fighting 'til I've won

I must let myself believe
I am the one
Who can change this sick disease
I have just begun