Disease of Conceit

There's a whole lot of people suffering the night

From the disease of conceit

Whole lot of people struggling tonight

From the disease of conceit

Come right down the highway

Straight down the line

Rips into your senses

Through your body and your mind

Nothing about it that's sweet

The disease of conceit

There's a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight

From the disease of conceit

Whole lot of hearts shaking tonight

From the disease of conceit

Steps into your room

Eats at your soul

Over your senses

You have no control

Ain't nothing too discreet

About of disease of conceit

There's a whole lot of people dying tonight

From the disease of conceit

Whole lot of people crying tonight

From the disease of conceit

Comes right out of nowhere

And you're down for the count

From the outside world

The pressure will mount

Turn you into a piece of meat

The disease of conceit

Conceit is a disease

That the doctors got no cure

They've done a lot of research on it

But what it is, they're still not sure

There's a whole lot of people in trouble tonight

From the disease of conceit

Whole lot of people seeing double tonight

From the disease of conceit

Give ya delusions of grandeur

And an evil eye

Give you the idea that you're too good to die

And they bury you from your head to your feet

From the disease of conceit