Your disease (Back home): Black lungs and broken bones never make me feel alone It's the black hearts and cruel tones that make me search for protection ...back home I've been brought to my knees by your disease I've inhaled your bad moods Rotting down to my very roots for holding on to your disease Injecting your negativity into my brain Makes the blood clog my veins And it's to late for me to be released ...by your disease Black lungs and broken bones never make me feel alone It's the black hearts and cruel tones that make me search for protection (I've been brought to my knees) Black lungs and broken bones (By your disease) never make me feel alone (I've been brought to my knees) It's the black hearts and cruel tones (By your disease) that make me search for protection ...back home Thoughts plz...