Isolate and contain This disease ripe with pain After all I've never seen Much to come from all my dreams And I have caused it all to go away And I have caused it all to go away Past the point to complain All the world is plush with pain I lack the need to compose As reason stops and never grows And I have lost the will to make it stay And I have lost the will to make it stay Perhaps someday I'll be of use Perhaps someday I'll wear that noose