Ruin

There's a moaning I hear when I try to sleep. It's the sound of a drawn out tragedy The result of centuries of neglect. With no attention paid to cause and effect And the pain gets worse and the screams ensue. It's the world living with a parasite It's the world living with it's own infectious disease. Ruin is what you wanted Ruin is what you get Ruin is what you worked towards every single day. The infestation reaches far beyond it's means. The sapping of the strength has muffled all the screams. Self centered beings play out self centered lives. Indifferent creatures living in indifferent times And the blame is passed round when the death throws sound It's the world living with a parasite It's the world living with it's own infectious disease. Ruin is what you wanted Ruin is what you get Ruin is what you worked towards every single day. Ruin is what you wanted Ruin is what you get Ruin is what you worked towards every single day. Ruin, ruin, ruin, ruin --- Ruin - Sick of It All