Verse 1

From the bright side of hearts in darkness/
Where parts make light of the harshest contents/
And your thoughts, they can start departing/
Take flight like hawks, far from your conscious/
It was a touch a feeling, a Devil out of sight/
With no evidence of presence, make a rebel out of knights/
A fellowship & resonance with everything unlike/
All that's typical & regular & everything combined/
It was the most evolved of all things/
To ever have the civil dissolve from human beings/
Fully evasive of the absolve that truth brings/
And totally contagious to all whom it sings.../
Uh! And it's call is in the air!/
You don't want it, don't speak, don't listen, don't stare!/
Cause it's always right there!/
In the deepest silence even, there's the smallest fanfare/
To announce the virus, the sickness, the dying/
And once you've got it, there's no denying it either!/
It'll sprawl through your body like the web of a spider/
And trickle down to your soul, like the drips of a drying hydrant!/
There's no immunity, and a cure they won't find it/
It's a salesman, and your whole community's a client/
You don't wanna have it, the only option is hiding/
But once secluded, you're vulnerable & anything can find ya'/
I guess it all depends on insides/
It's 50% body; 100% mind!/
So would you dig mines to avoid landmines?/
Cause my, I don't mine to protect what's mine!/
But my only real suggestion's ingestion!/
A full acceptance of what's at question/
Cause you can't get caught if you don't run/
So gimme, gimme some; gimme, gimme, gimme some/
[MGMT Verse 1]

It can't pay attention
What slips into the system
Don’t touch the whisper that puts you to sleep
Don’t slip your body to the mystery disease
All I have is this feeling
Pain just to feel
Lost mind you know I’m afraid to let it slip
She’s bored of the mystery disease

Break

[MGMT Verse 2]
Don’t go to the past, darling
You just stay close to my mind
And that’s good, sip like the end of June
Fall back into the mystery disease
Go on, tell your secrets to me
It’s not ?? got them rushed to me
It's no fun to face what you don’t need to be
What's one more to the mystery disease

Break 2

Breakdown [w/ Piano]
[J.ReaL Hip Hop's Verse 2]

It all kicks off with a fever/
A touch of disease where curiosity leads ya!/
And where denial & animosity keeps ya'!/
Unleashing a beast of a reaper!/
It'll be exposed to anyone who sees ya'/
Everyone who knows you, nose will say you reach of/
All the things the preachers said they should keep from/
Each one, teach one; eat some & be one/
Find who you can and make them who you feed on/
Group with those like you, then create a legion/
You are many, you are more, you are numbers/
They will try to fight you, but you can overrun them/
Hungry? Well, I guess it's a little hard to save food/
When they only word you've learned is "CONSUME"?/
Hmmm. Just make sure that you say grace first!/
The Diseased shall inherit the Earth for dessert!/

[MGMT Verse 3]

Floating in patience
Smacks right into a sea of black smoke
As soon as the pressure’s released
Lose their sight to the mystery disease
Consumed by your honesty, caught with the passion of ??
Dizzy stars, sunsets bleed in the street
Tell me what you want, waste what you need
And when your lips dry as sweets turn to leaves
That’s the place you thought you’d leave
Smoke parts, can't see ?
Wrapped in the dust of the mystery disease
Break 3

Outro
Uhhhhhhhhh!
I don't feel so good!
I think it's....I think I'm sick or...
Maybe it's something worse...
I need a doc....Fuck it