Cure​-​All

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lyrics

I swallowed down your pill and I waited for relief
Nothing ever changed though, the sickness wouldn’t leave
You offered me a cure-all, you said you’d set me free
I thought you were my remedy but you were the disease

Diagnosis of a lonely beating heart
Slowly ripped apart and scattered up inside
Medicated, dazed and faded, numbed by you
Fix the pieces, mask the symptoms, make me new

I don’t think that I can stand to make it through another day without you
So pick me off the floor and come and save me from this doom and bandage all my wounds

I swallowed down your pill and I waited for relief
Nothing ever changed though, the sickness wouldn’t leave
You offered me a cure-all, you said you’d set me free
I thought you were my remedy but you were the disease

Isolated, left alone here since you went
Trapped inside with just my mind, my only friend
Thought that I could give you more, I gave you all that I had left
Drained the life out from my soul

Panic in the ambulance, you don’t have too much time to bring me back to life
Blood is draining, colors fading; pound my chest and give me air
This all ends here

I swallowed down your pill and I waited for relief
Nothing ever changed though, the sickness wouldn’t leave
You offered me a cure-all, you said you’d set me free
I thought you were my remedy but you were the disease

I don’t think that I can make it through today
So pull the plug, take me away

I swallowed down your pill and I waited for relief
Nothing ever changed though, the sickness wouldn’t leave
You offered me a cure-all, you said you’d set me free
I thought you were my remedy but you were the disease

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from The Messenger, released February 3, 2017

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