Lyrics

The Cure

Rape your eyes with the atrocity,
Rip your mind with evidence of human cruelty.
Here today, gone tomorrow;
Exhausted by pre-programmed empathy and sorrow….

The Cure, please – an antidote to this sterile condition….
The Cure, it can’t be worse than the disease.

Hope, once so valued…
Proved nothing more than a commodity bubble.
Now we’re doubling down on mass delusion and distraction….

The Cure, please – an antidote to this sterile condition….
The Cure, it can’t be worse than the disease.

Forest for the trees,
Paeans to the dominant species.
Forest for the trees,
Liturgies for you & me.
Ashes are the future we’ve built (and)
A century of Sundays wouldn’t even scratch the surface….

The Cure, please – an antidote to this sterile condition….
The Cure, it can’t be worse than the disease.