I can't help but feel
A slight trace of de vaju
Seeing the same scene replay
Over and over right in front of you.
Just predicted were all dying
From the same sickness
While handing out advice
As if it were prescribed
Were all just the same
The blind leading the blind.
It makes me nauseous
By the smell
Of a liars breath.
I'm sick of being sick.
I'm tired of being tired.
This de vaju is killing me
I can't wake people up and make them see
I can't change the heart of a determined soul
No, this is one thing I can't control.
So I sit back and feel the cold touch
Of de vaju
wishing that I could warn you.