Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
Juliana Hatfield
1, 2, 3, go -
I want to be your disease
Force you down hard to your knees
To pray to a God you thought you’d never need
And never took seriously
There’ll be no technology
And no cure you can buy to defeat me
I want to be your disease
Lighten and disrupt your sleep
Pull bitter tears from your arrogant eyes
Salty like humility
I want you to listen to me
I want to make you sorry
Sorry for all of the people you hurt
Cheated and lied to and worse
I want to be your disease
A catalyst for reckoning
With all of the harm you have done to the earth
And all of your vile and hateful words
You had every advantage
And took it all for granted
Silencing anyone who questioned your worth
Maybe now you will listen
I want to be your disease
Draw it out painfully
Plenty of time for the truth to sink in
That this is one deal you can’t win