Pills For The Havoc - Johnny Booth

Death to the dreamer breathing you in

Oh, my grave where art thou victory

Your meaning was so lost

No longer, these shaky hands mistrust

The words spat from your brow

You’re breeding sickness with a golden pen

I should have known I could not put my trust in you

Panic to the hidden shelter

This doctor — nothing more than a drug dealer

Flood my thoughts with assumptions that a pill can cure

Your lies have brought us to death

There’s no bright side, they feed on profit

A lacerated headless ghost will rule these walls

We are a wave of numbers

Drowning everything that we could grasp

We are a wave of numbers

Drowning everything that we could ever imagine

Stay behind

Student master breathing sulfur

Misguided

Creatures forbid, shackle chain our brains

Now listen closely to my voice

If faith is anywhere you’re killing us all

Scatter righteous ones

Plagues, you left us with conflicting answers

Plagues, you left us with regret

Plagues, you left us with the bleeding answer

Plagues, you filled us with regret

Scars swept in

Shards of wrist to close for comfort

The air spreads thin

Behind the curtain we hatch infection, behind the curtain

Let’s make a promise, to each other

That our illnesses will not be business

They prey on profit

They prey on profit