Hey Zues

You'll take nothing to your graveNot the riches nor the fameThough I write you most regrettablyI wish you no disdainThe hands of the clock are the hands of the damnedPassing idly through the warmth of the hourglass sandHear you nothing child of God?You preach and speak but fail to walk the part.You are not the cureAnd I am not the answerWe tear at one another and we kill each others mothersLike it ain't a fucking thing but a job motherfuckerThen turn around and shake it off to spread the loveThe word of god. I'm not the answer to your causeWe are not a plague or a damn diseaseBut 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 answerExquisite mockery of timeCrush these dreams like dandelionsIs it the shine of gold that drives menOr the entitlement to thrive?We are not so innocent, we are not so pureI am not the answer and you are not the cureWe are not so innocent, we are not so pureI am not the answer and you are not the cureThe hands of the clock are the hands of the damnedPassing idly through the warmth of the hourglass sandHear you nothing child of God?You preach and speak but fail to walk the part.We are not a plague or a damn diseaseWe are not a plague or a damn diseaseBut 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