Disease
C.O.N.S.H.U.S. Phenom Lyrics

I’m here, stuck in my studio
The artist is feeling trapped and confined in his workspace.

Times are crazy, nobody knows where it all goes
The world is in turmoil and chaotic, and it seems like there's no clear direction or solution.

I’m here, waiting for the disease to leave
The artist is anticipating the end of the pandemic and the restoration of normalcy.

All alone, making music like people speak
The artist is crafting his music to convey human emotions and experiences.

But writing lyrics like it’s harder than ever
Despite his desire to express himself, the artist is struggling to find the words to articulate his thoughts.

I got so much to say but it’s hard to put it on paper
The artist has a lot of ideas and emotions he wants to convey, but he's struggling with writer's block.

I don’t know if I’m sad or maybe I’m happy
The artist is experiencing conflicting emotions and is having trouble identifying how he truly feels.

Is it okay when everybody turns so crazy
The artist is questioning whether it's acceptable for people to act irrational and unpredictable during tumultuous times.

If we should die tonight
The artist is contemplating the possibility of his own mortality.

Then maybe we deserve it
The artist is suggesting that humans may have brought their own demise upon themselves through their actions.

Then maybe we’re the disease
The artist is proposing that the root of the problem may be humanity itself.

It’s maybe we’d better leave
The artist is suggesting that perhaps it would be better for humans to just disappear from the world.

I know I don’t sound like I’m kind to all the ones who died
The artist is acknowledging that his thoughts and ideas may come across as unsympathetic or harsh towards those who have suffered due to the pandemic.

But it’s nice to know nature can rule our lives
The artist is finding solace in the idea that maybe, in the end, nature will have the final say and control over humanity.

Maybe it takes us back the power we stole from it
The artist is suggesting that our reckless consumption and exploitation of nature has resulted in our current state of chaos, and the pandemic may be a way for nature to reclaim its power.

Where have we gone
The artist is questioning how humans have lost their way and ended up in their current state.

How can we be proud of what we’ve done
The artist is questioning how humans can feel a sense of accomplishment or pride when the world is in such turmoil.

Of who we are, of the thing we say are right
The artist is criticizing the human tendency to be stubborn and refuse to admit when they're wrong, even when it causes harm to others.

God must be staring at us and praying somebody else
The artist is suggesting that God (or a higher power) is disapproving of humanity's actions and is searching for someone else to take over.

He must feel the pain we’re causing in his chest
The artist believes that God (or a higher power) is feeling the same pain and despair that humans are experiencing.

I’m crawling, we’re crawling
The artist is recognizing how humans are struggling and crawling on the ground in desperation.

But we’ve got so much to pay
The artist is suggesting that humans will have to pay a heavy price for their actions and mistakes.

We’re dying, we’re dying
The artist is acknowledging the potential for human demise and the fact that many have already lost their lives to the pandemic.