(Verse 1)
He didn’t come with thunder, he didn’t break the glass
He slipped in through the silence, the cracks from decades past
A shadow in the bloodstream, a whisper in the code
He found the doors wide open on a party long corrode
(Verse 2)
They’d stripped away the conscience, cut the guardrails down
Painted loyalty in poison, wore ambition like a crown
He offered them a mirror, they saw their thirst for might
And chose to dim the lanterns, instead of light the night
(Chorus)
🎶 He’s the sickness, but they’re the spread
Truth was starving, power fed
Wrapped in robes of red and white
They danced while justice bled in flight
A hunger born of fear and fame
They gave the fire its holy name
He’s the sickness, but let’s not boast —
This plague was welcome by its host 🎶
(Verse 3)
He praised the iron-fisted, cursed the ones who dared
Turned law into a riddle, made cruelty feel declared
They watched him salt the garden, cheer the rising smoke
Each oath they once defended — now a bitter joke
(Bridge)
Kilmar's name is whispered low
A child lost where laws won't go
A judge was clear, the order stood
But power shrugged, said “not my blood”
A senator begged, a court decreed
But silence answered every plea
And somewhere far from home and right
A boy now sleeps alone tonight
(Chorus)
🎶 He’s the sickness, but they’re the flame
Burning down the house they claim
They struck the match and called it fate
Then shut the door and locked the gate
A cult that traded soul for rule
A party poisoned in its pool
He’s the sickness — but know this most —
The death came not alone, but with its host 🎶
(Outro)
So will the fever ever break?
Or must we lose what’s left to take?
The cure begins when truth is said —
And hosts refuse to feed the dread
🎶 He’s the sickness… but we still write what’s left unsaid 🎶