Left Hand Solution - Fevered lyrics

[words: Barthold, music: Barthold, Selin] Marking this body of infancy Wounds - smiling my way Again emotions fail to exist The anguish of existence calls us all The world is sick and life is the disease Feverish we breed See the willow that embodies my weeping And so the weeping calls us all The world is sick And life is the disease Feverish we breed The loneliness feeds my resentment I remain dead