she's living and breathing and seeming hot & fresh
but looks are deceiving; she's only rotten flesh
she's moving; what magic, to animate the dead
one by one, she leads them, they follow to her bed

you taught me why we have to die
i understand now
life's a disease that's cured with time
i understand now

the moaning and sighing she turns him with her lips
contagious and lying unholy fingertips
his angels are crying, her face is changing shape
she feels it he's dying no way out no escape
how sacred and sickened they are her empty shells
don't bother don't listen she knows what really sells
the second you see her she's got you in her grip
you want it you need her and she won't let you slip

you taught me why we have to die
i understand now
life's a disease that's cured with time
so let me cure you

the mistress of sickness the whore of babylon
the mother of harlots has got you- don't hold on
she wants you, she's got you; all your resistance breaks
i warned you, i told you; you don't have what it takes
..........
you make me see you make me sick
i understand now
you make me hate what makes us tick
i understand now
.............
now let me cure you
................
you taught me why we have to die
i understand now
life's a disease that's cured with time
so let me cure you