Текст песни To Rid the Disease (Remixed) - Opeth

There's nobody here,
There's nobody near,
I try not to care,
Dead eyes always stare.
Let these matters be,
Don't trust what you see,
Take hold of your time,
Step into the line.
There's innocence,
Torn from it's maker,
Stillborn the trust in you,
This failure has made the creator,
So would you tell him,
What to do (would you)?
Leave your mark upon,
The head of someone,
Who'll cry for his state,
We know it's too late.
I turn round to see,
What was meant to be,
Faint movement release,
To rid the disease.
There's innocence,
Torn from it's maker,
Stillborn the trust in you,
I have lost all trust,
I had in you,
This failure has made the creator,
So would you tell him,
What to do,
I have lost all trust,
I had in you.