"Medicine To The Dead" lyrics

"Medicine To The Dead"

My Kingdom for a conversation...
These lands are far from silent
Resounding with the tumult of the dead:
No words awash with depth or concepts wiser than unwise
All notions of sanity are laid to rest within walking drones
The living lifeless, straw men set to burn
No cures...
No means to inject sense into the senseless
No Hope
Medicine to the dead
And forward without foresight, further down a destructive path
Step to a future in flame
The exchange of thought and communication for heedless instinct will leave us charred, not merely shamed
Left in a woe fused with wrath
No cures
None who believe to be well will ever be healed
Nor the sick who dare to speak outside the realm of reason
A hospice in vain dispensing medicine to the dead
Our kingdom is lost
Crack open the stiffened mouths of the skulls
Delight in the breaks
Overdose the dead with proven remedies
And we remain no less hopeless
We live among the fiercely ignorant and irrational
There is reason to fear
Among the fiercely ignorant there is always reason to fear
The blind and sick and mad believe they are sane
My kingdom for a conversation
Our kingdom is lost


Writer(s): Matt Covey, Matt Fox, Matt Fletcher
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