Dreams of contemplation, a resignation, know what.

Useless indignation, a segregation, plant your seed.

Steamless conversation, what is happening to me.

I'm no longer your erection, or your congregation, I'm your disease.



[Chorus]

You take the sun.

You have your fun but you better beware.

You better beware.

You broke it down.

With that boring sound you gave to me.

That I don't want to hear.



You're in some blind elation, a kind of delusion,

you don't get through to me.

Deliver your equation and still you won't see a change in me.

You want my redemption, you want me to believe that it's all me.

Well, I'm no longer your erection, or your congregation, I'm your disease.



[Chorus]

You take the sun.

You have your fun but you better beware.

You better beware.

You broke it down.

With that boring sound you gave to me.

That I don't want to hear.