The Healer
Irk
GENRE
Can I start by apologising for the long wait?
From what I understand, your broken neck is still causing you pain?
Sweet Vi, I wonder how you deal with the truth inside your head
Sure, I would murder all your friends if they weren't already dead
Your angels will all be replaced in the end
And all the failures will take turns ceasing your brain waves once again
I am celebrated, no one really minds
In comes everybody, waste of fucking time
Preying on vulnerable people is a spiritual calling
I’ve got faith, I’ve got faith and money
Well, this a tough one, the dreams of the dumb and the hands of the vile
I believe in us but have a little decorum, you fucking snake
Here you will be thrown out like medicine before you
Here you will be shown how irresponsibility can take form
An awful pile of iniquity draped hastily with skin and hair
Not quite convinced of yourself, almost scared
The price that I pay is to see people suffer happily
The virulent wretch with the eyes of a mother at a fee
I’ve been blessed. I have been a lucky man
What I have left does not betray my sense
There is death in the pot
The tourist will forego the biography
The idiot dances before they can see
The healer will command the well to be sick
The destroying angel enjoys the picnic
There is death in the jars of clay, I could do this shit all day
The business is still here, they are not
From what I understand, your broken neck is still causing you pain?
Sweet Vi, I wonder how you deal with the truth inside your head
Sure, I would murder all your friends if they weren't already dead
Your angels will all be replaced in the end
And all the failures will take turns ceasing your brain waves once again
I am celebrated, no one really minds
In comes everybody, waste of fucking time
Preying on vulnerable people is a spiritual calling
I’ve got faith, I’ve got faith and money
Well, this a tough one, the dreams of the dumb and the hands of the vile
I believe in us but have a little decorum, you fucking snake
Here you will be thrown out like medicine before you
Here you will be shown how irresponsibility can take form
An awful pile of iniquity draped hastily with skin and hair
Not quite convinced of yourself, almost scared
The price that I pay is to see people suffer happily
The virulent wretch with the eyes of a mother at a fee
I’ve been blessed. I have been a lucky man
What I have left does not betray my sense
There is death in the pot
The tourist will forego the biography
The idiot dances before they can see
The healer will command the well to be sick
The destroying angel enjoys the picnic
There is death in the jars of clay, I could do this shit all day
The business is still here, they are not
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