Survivor of a disease called Love
It was always a fight for first blood
A dirty duel to the death
With you there was no surrender
Even victory was bittersweet
We were dying to be alive
and living to be killed
Sometimes defeat was in your eyes
Sometimes murder was in mine
CHORUS:
It was the last five seconds
on a ticking bomb
It was the knife’s edge at your throat
It was the taste of an ending
that kept the battle alive
The threats, the screams, the fights
are all memories of a lost war
And I’m a survivor
of a disease called Love
I was fuel and you were fire
And we were brave enough to be burned
Consumed by flame and driven by hatred,
We called our violence “chemistry”
With only ashes left
we face what we’ve become
Two souls on a road to nowhere
following a destructive feeling
CHORUS
I am alive now
Every breath burns my body
with the memory of you
and a disease called Love
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