You'll take nothing to your grave



Not the riches nor the fame



Though I write you most regrettably



I wish you no disdain





The hands of the clock are the hands of the damned



Passing idly through the warmth of the hourglass sand



Hear you nothing, child of God?



You preach and speak, but fail to walk the part





You are not the cure



And I am not the answer





We tear at one another, and we kill each others mothers



Like it ain't a fucking thing but a job mothafucka



Then turn around and shake it off to spread the love the word of God



I'm not the answer to your cause





We are not a plague or a damn disease



But we aren't exactly seeking love peacefully



Everyone is talking but then none of them are walking



Is anybody listening?



Does any of this matter?



You are not the cure, and I am not the answer





Exquisite mockery of time



Crush these dreams like dandelions



Is it the shine of gold that drives men, or the entitlement to thrive?





We are not so innocent



We are not so pure



I am not the answer



And you are not the cure





The hands of the clock are the hands of the damned



Passing idly through the warmth of the hourglass sand



Hear you nothing, child of God?



You preach and speak, but fail to walk the part





I am not the answer



And you are not the cure





We are not a plague or a damn disease



But we aren't exactly seeking love peacefully



Everyone is talking but then none of them are walking



Is anybody listening?



Does any of this matter?



You are not the cure, and I am not the answer