[Verse 1 — Fast, Cocky, Rhythmic Rap]
Good news landed, couldn't leave it uncomplicated,
Three weeks clean of a crisis, started getting agitated.
Little bit of friction, little misinterpretation,
Turn a harmless observation into grounds for litigation.
Got a gift for the guilt trip, graduate distinction,
Practised self-destruction with remarkable precision.
Put a positive spin on a negative decision,
Then complain about the fallout like a fucking politician.
Nice work, real slick, such a natural disaster,
Got a knack for making minor inconveniences matter.
Could've let it go, would've been a happy ending,
But a peaceful little life doesn't need defending.
[Pre-Chorus — Clean, Melodic]
When everything is fine,
Something doesn't sit right.
Could've had a perfect life,
But perfect never felt quite—
[Abrupt cut]
[Chorus — Huge, Catchy, Soaring]
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.
Oh, I could have everything,
Still find a reason to leave.
DISEASE!
When there's nothing wrong,
There's something wrong with me!
[Verse 2 — Rapid-Fire Rap, Increasing Intensity]
Another self-inflicted little incident,
Innocent until the evidence gets interesting.
Selective with the sentiment, defensive when it's mentioned,
Got a seven-second memory for every good intention.
Never met a consequence that couldn't be negotiated,
Never made a problem that couldn't be escalated.
Take a little criticism, twist the definition,
Make the other person sorry for the way that they delivered it.
Oh, congratulations, that's impressive, that's pathetic,
Made a fucking personality from damage control aesthetics.
Everything's a lesson, everything's a test,
Everything except admitting maybe nothing needed fixing.
There's a certain satisfaction in the second-guessing,
Somewhere in the sabotage, a sense of self-preservation.
Funny how the cure never gets the recognition,
When the sickness keeps you relevant enough to get attention.
[Pre-Chorus — Higher, Building]
When everything is fine,
Something doesn't sit right.
Could've had a perfect life,
But perfect never felt quite—
[Chorus — Explosive]
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.
Oh, I could have everything,
Still find a reason to leave.
DISEASE!
When there's nothing wrong,
There's something wrong with me!
[Bridge — Melodic, Vulnerable, Gradually Distorting]
What happens when the world stops needing saving?
When every warning turns out to be mistaken?
No desperate intervention,
No moment of redemption.
There's nothing left to blame,
Nobody left to save.
And maybe that's the thing that terrifies me,
The thought of being happy
Without being necessary.
[Guitars swell into dissonance]
[Breakdown — Guttural Screams, Brutal Half-Time]
KEEP ME NECESSARY!
KEEP ME UNWELL!
A LITTLE MORE PANIC!
A LITTLE LESS SELF-HELP!
[Staccato chugs, syncopated double kicks]
A SELF-MADE MARTYR!
A PERSONAL HELL!
GOT A FUCKING MASTER'S DEGREE
IN DECEIVING MYSELF!
[Sudden silence]
NO ONE NEEDS SAVING!
[Massive breakdown drop]
AND THAT'S WHAT'S KILLING ME!
[Final Chorus — Soaring, Desperate]
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.
Oh, I could have everything,
Still find a reason to leave.
DISEASE!
When there's nothing wrong,
There's something wrong with me!
[Outro — Fast, Distorted Rap Into Abrupt Stop]
Another little incident, another intervention,
Another manufactured reason for some undeserved attention.
Been a victim, been a villain, been a walking contradiction—
[Beat cuts]
But never been irrelevant.