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The Cure (Explicit) - Non Prophets
Don't deny that sick feeling in
Your stomach you can't run from it
Let it guide you into high view
And move beyond the summit
From peeks to valleys speed
Through alleys if it's done quick
You'll have time to find the caves
Where the days are never sunlit
Find the scriptures made by a society of blind men
Who suggest the best direction's
Where you most likely will find them
Dead set on checkmates embracing a chess set
When bedspreads get wet they're
Left with the scent of death threats
In 7 seconds I'll become undone
I'm breaking through
If you're around by the time I reach
Number one I'm taking you
You're not the traveling type Then
Hide your baggage better
Before you die a normal death and
Write the average letter
About your internal furnace
And how life's a sexually transmitted
Disease that you contracted from her kiss
When a boy writes off the world it's
Done with sloppy misspelled words if
A girl writes off the world it's done in cursive
I'm searching for the cure
This is a sickness
Can you hear me love
I kick dirt for what it's worth listening
To the birds chirp
The same cryptic speech that the breeze
Speaks and sea repeats
Recognizing the cycles with every passing day
Writing full demands in the sand with my
Toe til crashing waves washed it away
I watch what I say now but I hate it
Trying to make my mark afraid of the
Dark nature of vague statements
That plague vacant parking lots where
Shopping carts go uncollected
That sick feeling in my stomach start to
Leave my heart and soul infected
I won't accept it I do my best to reject
Patterns til it hurts
Every second making bad turns for the worse
She's getting further away I can feel it in
The way my bones ache
The ocean sealed it's lips now
The waves won't break
The secrets it won't say has got us trying
To break codes in churches
And lately I've been hating its soul purpose
When a boy writes off the world it's done
With sloppy misspelled words if
A girl writes off the world it's done in cursive
I'm searching for the cure
This is a sickness
Can you hear me love
Now I look for air pockets to pick walk with
A stick start picking locks with it
Opening up heart-shaped lockets with little arguments
The tawdry trinkets start to split and contradict
Those who say one thing but think the opposite
I bit the dust tongue kissing
Documents in a smoke stack
Faith is harder to swallow than pride it
Turns our throats black
I want my home back I know that's
Not an available option
It's the way that I'm walking in
Between a cradle and coffin
That makes me pace myself
If half the battle is done right
The other half won't take my health while
Jacking my shadow's sunlight
To crack it open and find the space
Between my breaths are desolate
Life is just a lie with an"f" in it
And death is definite
But after I scratched the surface
I never saw the calm before the
Storm act so nervous
When a boy writes off the world
It's done with sloppy misspelled words if
A girl writes off the world it's done in cursive
I'm searching for her
Can you hear me love
Can you hear me love
Can you hear me love
Can you hear me love
Can you hear me love
Can you hear me love
