[Intro — Instrumental]
[Jagged guitar riff, deep bass, tight drums]
[Verse 1 — B-Ren: Male British Rap]
Three weeks without a breakdown, personal best,
Now the quiet's getting loud and it's doing my head.
Nothing needs fixing? That's a bit inconvenient,
Got a gift for finding faults in the fucking scenic.
Half a hint, misprint, instant conviction,
Spin a little friction into headline fiction.
Good news, bad taste, can't savour a second,
Turn a minor inconvenience to a major correction.
Nice work, mate, you've outdone yourself,
Put a perfectly good thing back on the shelf.
Call it self-defence, call the fallout necessary,
Got a talent for making ordinary feel hereditary.
[Pre-Chorus — No Saint: Female Melodic]
Something in the stillness
Always sounds unfinished.
When the worst is finally over,
Why's it feel like something's missing?
[Chorus — No Saint: Female Powerful Singing]
DISEASE!
Give it a name so it can't be me,
Something to blame when the air stays clean.
DISEASE!
Can't leave a good thing alone for a week,
Keep making a mess just to feel it needs me.
Could have everything,
Still find a reason to leave.
DISEASE!
When there's nothing wrong,
There's something wrong with me!
[Verse 2 — No Saint: Female Aggressive Melodic Rap]
Sugar on the syllables, venom in the vowels,
Turn a passing little comment into something with a pulse.
Perfectly composed while the meaning gets bent,
Pretty little panic with an ugly accent.
Love the implication, loathe the explanation,
Every conversation needs a fresh translation.
Pull the pin on a feeling, call the blast intuition,
Then apologise for everybody else's ammunition.
Almost let the good part sink beneath the skin,
Almost stayed long enough to see what it could've been.
But the calm gets close and the nerve goes thin,
So the ending gets written before it begins.
[Pre-Chorus — No Saint: Female Melodic]
Something in the stillness
Always sounds unfinished.
When the worst is finally over,
Why's it feel like something's missing?
[Chorus — No Saint: Female Powerful Singing]
DISEASE!
Give it a name so it can't be me,
Something to blame when the air stays clean.
DISEASE!
Can't leave a good thing alone for a week,
Keep making a mess just to feel it needs me.
Could have everything,
Still find a reason to leave.
DISEASE!
When there's nothing wrong,
There's something wrong with me!
[Verse 3 — B-Ren: Male Double-Time Rap]
Admittedly, clinically, brilliant at misery,
Peace feels temporary, panic's got history.
A little suspicious of simple solutions,
So sabotage passes for self-improvement.
Critical cynicism, precision revision,
A prison of decisions disguised as intuition.
No villains required, no enemies needed,
Just a reason repeated until it's believed.
Got a habit of treating every victory
As a temporary lapse in a losing streak.
Would've been easy just leaving it be,
But an ending without damage doesn't feel complete.
[Bridge — No Saint: Female Intimate Singing]
If the world stopped falling apart,
Would the silence swallow us whole?
If there was nothing left to rescue,
Would there be somebody left to hold?
Maybe it's not the hurt we're frightened of.
Maybe it's who we are without it.
[Breakdown — B-Ren: Male Harsh Rap]
Diagnose the desperation,
Dress it up as dedication,
Sell the sickness as salvation,
Call the damage preservation!
[No Saint: Female Harsh Screams]
KEEP ME NECESSARY!
KEEP ME UNWELL!
[Both: Layered Aggressive Vocals]
NOTHING LEFT TO SAVE!
NOTHING LEFT TO BLAME!
DISEASE!
[Final Chorus — No Saint: Female Lead, B-Ren: Male Layers]
DISEASE!
Give it a name so it can't be me,
Something to blame when the air stays clean.
DISEASE!
Can't leave a good thing alone for a week,
Keep making a mess just to feel it needs me.
Could have everything,
Still find a reason to leave.
DISEASE!
When there's nothing wrong,
There's something wrong with me!
[Outro — No Saint: Female Soft Singing]
Funny how the quiet only hurts
When there's nothing left to break.
[End — Abrupt Stop]