Martyrs for the disease

Mommy hears the angels talking in her head,
Gets so high she can't get out of bed,
Sometimes it's like she's not even there,
Reality is just too much for her to bear,
She's just another martyr for the disease,
I'd like to think I'm different,
That I am free,
But as the years go by,
I start to see,
Nobody's immune,
Not even me,

Daddy started drinking again,
Took out his gun,
And said lets play pretend,
I learned not to ask any questions,
Since that time that he taught me a lesson,
He's just another martyr for the disease,
I'd like to think I'm different,
That I am free,
But as the years go by,
I start to see,
Nobody's immune,
Not even me,

My dear old auntie,
She was a mess,
Tried to kill her family,
And then confessed,
Stole the money she gave to the church,
Thought it would save her from the flames of the torch,
She was just another martyr for the disease,
I'd like to think I'm different,
That I am free,
But as the years go by,
I start to see,
Nobody's immune,
Not even me,

I thought if I could get away,
I could learn what it is to be okay,
But no matter how far I flee,
There's still this shadow hanging over me,
I'm just another martyr for the disease,
I thought I was different,
That I was free,
But as the years went by,
I started to see,
Nobody's immune,
Not even me.