no cure

I can see clearly this one's come to the last the last thing on my mind We all tame our own shrew and the cancers the cancers they see right through and they laugh when they're found uncurable It is a ghast of impossible waves quenched by provoking distasters I can see now that this one's been the worst day of the minutes that have passed me by collected in calendars Chew the pain a kiss would only comfort me but you refuse to go back to primitive motions and the still life brains just sitting there waiting for me I reach down to take your hand this hospital is in demand of sickening tears and families how can this be? how can this be? And the pages, the pages they turn without reading outloud so i'll smash this cloud watch the sun come through this caused my own blindness but its better than an end cannot compare to the little deaths shall I sing one last song as ophelia reaches the river i've built shall I wait in vain shall I be selfless or selfish? For now my feet crumble I'm standing now to sustain I hear the sharp beating of sound and soon it is mode