Lyrics
Old family friend. I met him young
An acquired taste, but full of fun
Like oil and water. We clashed day one
But everyone loved him, so I’d press on
Build up some tolerance—work him into my day
We’d grow up together and we’d be OK
Thick as thieves. Together we would ride
All eyes on us. Filled an emptiness inside
Then we clicked. Reckless and unbound
Nothing was sacred with the two of us around
Trading good times for toxic bliss
Who needs enemies with a friend like this?
My friend is demanding. Impossible to please
Try and keep up. My friend is my disease
My Disease—My Disease
We’re best buddies me and my disease
My Disease—My Disease
Going down together me and my disease
Barges in Putting me on the spot
Hijacking the moment whether I liked it or not
Turning the tables Playing with his host
We’d make things a mess When I was needed the most
Possessive and clever, he wants what I hold dear
He aches to own me as he whispers in my ear
My Disease—My Disease
Spiritual Warfare disguised as my disease
My Disease—My Disease
Satan wants to wreck me with a gift called my disease
My disease hates me—he did from the start
His mission in life is to tear mine apart
He delights in my failure—finds joy in my loss
I could only serve one master—he dominated my thoughts
Admitting I was powerless—I surrendered to God
Who ripped my soul from the grip of a hateful evil fraud
I rejoice in my salvation thank God every day
He sent His Son to set me free and wash my sin away
My Disease—My Disease
God snatched me from the jaws of my disease
My Disease—My Disease
God’s mercy set me free from my disease
About this Song
I’m in the program. I’ve been to my share of meetings.
It strikes me how my brothers and sisters call their addiction “My Disease."
It’s as though this affliction isn’t a thing but a person; someone they know and have a relationship with.
They say things like “My disease is patient.” “My disease tapped me on the shoulder…,” and “My disease is clever.”.
That really struck me.
Then, one night, a gentleman said, “This is Spiritual Warfare. It’s Satan."
That crystallized it for me.
Sure, there is such a thing as an alcoholic personality.
People can be, and are, predisposed to addiction.
And yes, alcohol materially changes the neuroplasticity of everyone’s brain, not just the predisposed.
But I believe that addiction is the devil’s agent.
He uses it to ruin us because he hates humanity.
Have you ever had a bad friend?
Someone who manipulated you and pulled you down?
I wrote this song as a story of a bad friend who bonded with me so he could take everything I have and destroy me, because he hates me.
My Disease.
Credits
Published: September 20, 2026
Written by: Ten Church Street
Publishing: The TCS Project, LLC
Produced by: Ten Church Street, George Dussault
Lead vocals: Ten Church Street
Background vocals: Emily Bawn, George Dussault, Victoria DiMartino
Drums & percussion: Ten Church Street
Bass, guitars, keyboards & synths: George Dussault
Recorded, mixed & mastered by: George Dussault at Galilee Productions
ISRC: QT6HJ2644414
ISWC: T-342.628.459-1
℗ 2026 The TCS Project, LLC
© 2026 The TCS Project, LLC
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