I Must Find the Cure
All the shit is getting to me
Every worthless thing is creeping in
It's tormenting me on the inside
These fucked up thoughts
Are getting the best of me
They're the start of my demise
They never started nor will they end
I must find the cure
I must seek it
I must grab it
I must use it
I must find the cure
It keeps coming
It will never stop
Why the fuck won't it stop?
The never ending thoughts and images
Won't ever stop
Not unless I make it stop
I must find the cure
I must seek it
I must grab it
I must use it
I must find the cure
I feel it leaving
My soul is being cleansed
Wether or not it's evil
It feels good
And it has masked my well being
I feel like I'm new
I have found the cure
I haven't seeked it
I haven't grabbed it
I haven't used it
I haven't found the cure
Copyright © 2003 by Brian Kiel
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