You wake up a morning Have some stomac aches Not important you tell yourself And you stop thinking about it Later that same day You feel it once again And it's worst than ever At that time you really start wondering At the hospital After a long check-up The man in white sits down in front of you And makes your worst nightmare a reality Your heart is pumping at foul speed You would prefer to ignore all this But the pain refreshes your memories You're now stuck in the disease tornado You return to your house to pack your stuff And take a desperate look around Knowing that it could be the last vision of your home While the disease builds its own in your body Dominated by the disease Your only hope is to fight to survive Even if you know that the victim is unlikely You take the decision to engage in a long internal war Feeling the Reaper close to you You grip your heart to seize its last beat Seeing your life behind You ask yourself why so much suffering And to dust your return...clueless...