Walking Disease

Bloodshot eyes - and a cold blank stare.
I roam these dark, damp streets all alone.
I'm searching for something -
.. that i know i'll never find
Well i've been searching for something -
.. something i can call mine.

Chorus:
I can't take anymore
And this mind is at war!
And i can get no relief
I'm a walking disease.

Delusions of grandeur -
.. i am lost in this world.
I'm nothing and nowhere -
All i can see are these walls.
My soul is so blank -
You can see right through me.
What you see is what you get -
There ain't no mystery.