Patient lyrics

A system in the making
self-healing for the blind,
sitting in the waiting-room
of the patient mind....
Raging at the illness,
when the rage may be it`s cause.
The purpose of the will is lost
in the search for an escape clause,

Fatal convalescence, the wound
becomes a weal:
the poison is in essence just
the virus of the real.
But there`s sympathetic healing,
the power of the soul, bandages,
concealing all that we can`t control,

Waiting for the doctor to come

A system in the making,
self healing for the blind,
sitting in the waiting-room
of the patient mind....
But there isn`t any answer
the consciousness can`t quote
when the loaded dice of chance
are there rattling in the throat.

Waiting for the doctor to come

You put your faith in others -
the fear could not be worse...
But nature`s not your mother now,
...just your suckling nurse
And there isn`t any doctor,
there isn`t any cure -
That might come as a shock to you,
but can you really be so sure?

can you really be so sure?




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