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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 aint 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? Letras de cancionesWe 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. 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 From Letras Mania