You'll take nothing to your grave
Not the riches nor the fame
Though I write you most regrettably
I wish you no disdain
The hands of the clock are the hands of the damned
Passing idly through the warmth of the hourglass sand
Hear you nothing, child of God?
You preach and speak, but fail to walk the part
You are not the cure
And I am not the answer
We tear at one another, and we kill each others mothers
Like it ain't a fucking thing but a job mothafucka
Then turn around and shake it off to spread the love the word of God
I'm not the answer to your cause
We are not a plague or a damn disease
But we aren't exactly seeking love peacefully
Everyone is talking but then none of them are walking
Is anybody listening?
Does any of this matter?
You are not the cure, and I am not the answer
Exquisite mockery of time
Crush these dreams like dandelions
Is it the shine of gold that drives men, or the entitlement to thrive?
We are not so innocent
We are not so pure
I am not the answer
And you are not the cure
The hands of the clock are the hands of the damned
Passing idly through the warmth of the hourglass sand
Hear you nothing, child of God?
You preach and speak, but fail to walk the part
I am not the answer
And you are not the cure
We are not a plague or a damn disease
But we aren't exactly seeking love peacefully
Everyone is talking but then none of them are walking
Is anybody listening?
Does any of this matter?
You are not the cure, and I am not the answer
