A text book infection    Starting in the month of june    First my mouth turns sour    And then the madness will insue    Sick of letting all these lumps in my dry throat explode    Next time i will cut them out and let the disease loose to flow   Into the streets    Eating away at everything    Bringing civilization to its knees    As i strap the bomb to my body    They tell me that they'll miss me    And this situation is so goddamn bittersweet    They gotta get rid of me      A makeshift remedy serum    Is injected into my veins    As we're counting down the minutes    To when my ailment will strike again    Well the dynamite is strapped to my chest    It seems the only answer    As they reach back and forth with anxiousness hoping They have found the cure    For homesickness like this    And my skin starts turning black    And they all take a few steps back    I give them one last smile    Press the detinator    And start to laugh       But its really not that bad    See this was the solution all along    My memories were quarantined    But its really not that bad    See this was the solution all along   So i'll set them free in this song    My memories were quarantined    So i'll set them free in this song    Set them free in this song       Now we're finally home    It feels good not to be alone    Just remember you must tend to it    For it to really grow    A garden of broken friendships reminds you you survived    Click your heels three times    And pray that you will make it out alive