Panacea

Verse 1a
I try to roll it out in stages
I try to break into the symphony
But gimme a break with all the noise
Gimmie a break from all the anti-sympathy

Verse 1b
Call it an argument in plain view
Call it a cure to fuckin cancer
I won't take your panacea
I won't take your shitty answer

Chorus
Call it systemic indecision
Call it a day spent well in bed
I will try hard not to hurt you
Take you to new places instead
Call it righteous indignation
Call him the last hero of the west
We all turn our heads
Because, who are we to say what's best

Verse 2a
I'll never break that smell of danger
I'll never shake that sense of guilt
For all the deeds I haven't done yet
cnd hope to call them well spilt milk

Verse 2b
It's anti-identity and bollocks
It's all I've ever said and more
But happiness in the smell of dirt
Is found face down on the floor

Chorus

Spoken Bridge
I want to identify some people
That have found some thing to worship
That isn't wealth or youth our power
That gives us something shared and something perfect

Chorus