The Cure for Apathy Part I

We have sex, but no love
There’s a pulse, but no heart
We are searching in the dark

We have songs, but no soul
We long to be whole
But the end seems so far

We have the cure for apathy, but nobody cares

Wandering in the dark
Afraid of the smallest spark
We complain about this endless night

Preferring our dismal bliss
Our aperture closed to this:
His revealing Holy Light

We have the cure for apathy, but nobody cares

Once the light has shone;
The perpetrator exposed
We cannot deny the blood on our hands

Doing away with what is wrong
We sing the sickness song
Denying the claims of the witness stand

We have the cure for apathy, but nobody cares