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
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