The Plague Songtext

take a stroll through the metal trees
and through the dying streets if you please
because we all feel sick, we're all diseased
breathing dirty air, coughing hissing wheeze
and aren't you feeling sick?

it's been going on for two thousand years
and no one seems to find the cure
and the rats run thick clawing at the door
we're fading out and that's for sure