Roots Of Disease

Fruit of love or fruit of scorn Pleasure's son Pulled out of pain Spit out to life Succumbing to temptation Bearing the laws of human nature Consequence of the procreation Suffocated in search of the cure Painful or calm death? Feeling the duty done Clear conscience or regret? Roots of Disease Sentenced by nature Obligation to accomplish the mission The fate doesn't matter Just the honor of the spirit You can deceive anyone, but not yourself Be free and follow no rules that sentence you You are condemned now Follow your intuition, that's all you have If you do not respect what I say Fuck you! Each one has fun with their own disease