Textbook infection started in the month of June
First my mouth grew tired and then the madness will consume
Sick of letting all these lumps in my dry throat explode
Next time I will cut them out and let the dizzying ooze flow

Into the streets, eating away at everything
Bringing civilization to its knees
As the strap the bomb to my chest, they tell me that they’ll miss me
This situation is so Goddamn bittersweet
Gotta get away from here

A makeshift remedy serum is injected into my veins
As we’re counting down the minutes to when my ailment will strike again
But the dynamite is strapped to my chest
It seems the only answer
As they pace back and forth in anxiousness
Hoping they have found the cure for:
Homesickness like this
And my skin starts turning black
And they all take a few steps back

I give them one last smile, push the detonator, and start to laugh
But it’s really not that bad, see this was the solution all along
My memories were quarantined, so we set them free in this song
But it’s really not that bad, see this was the solution all along
My memories were quarantined, so we set them free in this song
(set them free in this song)

Now we’re finally home, it feels good not to be alone
Just remember you must tend to it for it to really grow
A garden of broken friendships reminds you you survive
Click your heels three times and pray that you will make it out alive.