Scourge
(S. Goebel)
A little like this I push the blame The water falls Across my face Two hearts make a soul But the rain wash away A mountain covered in snow The sun will melt away Oh the Scourge Inside of me Oh the Scourge Let it go Oh the Scourge Is my disease Oh the Scourge Gonna find the cure Oh the Scourge Oh the Scourge Oh the Scourge Scourge Lighting strikes Across the ground The rain pours down To fill us up Doubt weighs me down Hesitation holds me back My dreams are up high The clouds are gonna part Oh the Scourge Inside of me Oh the Scourge Let it go Oh the Scourge Is my disease Oh the Scourge Gonna find the cure Oh the Scourge Oh the Scourge Oh the Scourge Scourge© 2005 Good Question