a feeling, that's what you choose And I was told there was not a minute to lose So if you're waiting, jump out your skin To find a cure for whatever
Im looking for a cure, but where I'm standing, It looks like another one, nothing but bad things, Nothing but emptiness, a hit and run life wont take
to say, "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you" It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever
Trapped within your own apathy Spiraling into a cycle of loss Beaten mind with a bruised reflection It's addiction to failure and substances that ties
of the time I need a cure now baby I need a remedy I'm getting better You could be my therapy I need a cure now baby I need a remedy I'm getting better
too much loot to squeeze in a shoe box Saving, he promised his mom a crib in Atlanta And his pops got killed through debt, he was a dealer So he staged
i'm looking out to the sun's reflective gaze i was once all alone on rainy days it was consuming the heart, the hope in me so i searched a cure to
Or is it mirror, my reflection turned to beast? What are these voices turning to the chilling scream? Is it reality or is it just a dream? They say
and loving every moment I had This dull feeling is working through me And every waking moment is more static As I step onto my porch of reflection A
air embrace Curing, skinning over A still molten core Vessel, host, occidental guests Skin seascape in suspension Holographic entrypoint Each part reflects
a dollar at a time For one chance One kiss One taste of you my black madonna I'd sell My soul My self-esteem a dollar at a time One taste One taste One
to say "Hurry boy it's waiting there for you" It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you there's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
admissible Everything is evident And this comfort I've designed Will only stay intact until The truth I find And as some answers fly around No cure
I was drunk sober tarnished and pure All I ever wanted was a little bit more I had eyes that were heavy sickly and sore Blacked out windows and a bolt
need a side of beef 42 heads of lettuce, 888 potatoes And all the apple pies my Mack truck can drive away with Cure all, better than a bandage Better
will never set you free Bow for me, just do it Walk my way, just to serve me Bow for me, just do it Kneel for me and obey me A humble reflection Before
that man in the mirror that once was me And I cannot believe That it is real what I see A broken heart lies on the floor and no one cares about A man
a thing A mistake not to listen When I knew where you'd been? I got what was I want to take what's left No talk will cure, what's lost or save What'