White Ward - No Cure For Pain

When I heal a new soul
The emptiness smiles to me
The darkness shines blindly
My eyes bleed

And then I ask myself
What is relief?
How can it save us
In this cruel epoch?

Relax, breathe deep
Stay strong and weep
Be calm and seek
You are not weak

I gift relief to every soul I cure
The pain is reduced but wounds are never healed
They bleed and bleed to leave me dry
The walls are cracked, so demons are unleashed

The plague of city lights, and nights, and cars is crushing us
We are all doomed by the last friction of our fathers
The nightmare is revealed, it’s burning us to dust
We are condemned by the last scream of our mothers

Distant peaks and deforested planes will never forget the treason
We're digging our own graves for multiple reasons
Dirty streams and littered lanes will never forsake misdoings
There is no reason to forgive us for everything we are doing now

Ancient beliefs bring us some rest
Digging a grave saves us from stress

This noisy space begets me
But I don’t want to be here
What cure do I need?
What did I get indeed?
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