Cancer, you’re so cruel with your malicious intent,
Cancer, you’re twisted, you’re warped and so bent
Whom do you choose when you come out today
Why point a finger in such a wicked depraved way
What makes you conclude who should die or should live?
The souls of the old, the souls of the young
Why do you sing this song that you’ve sung?
Over and over taking the essence and spirit
Of the innocent, the virtuous, the hopeful who live in it
You’re spiteful, you’re greedy, and always have your way
You’ll be measured, reprimanded and chastised one day
Oh how we’ll rejoice every minute, every breath
You’ll reek, and you’ll scream; now it’s your death
