To Rid the Disease

There's nobody here, there's nobody near, I try not to care, dead eyes always stare. Let these matters be, don't trust what you see, take hold of your time, step into the line. There's innocence torn from its maker, and stillborn the trust in you. This failure has made the creator, so would you tell him what to do? Would you? Leave your mark upon the head of someone who'll cry for his state, we know it's too late. I turn around to see what was meant to be, faint movement release to rid the disease. There's innocence torn from its maker, and stillborn the trust in you. I have lost all trust I had in you! This failure has made the creator, so would you tell him what to do? I have lost all trust I had in you!