bandaids

everything is broken.
i think we have a dillema!
i think this is a dillema!
nobody wants to make this okay.
this will never be okay.
there is no chance to make
this endless pain fade away.
this is a crisis!
this is a crisis!

this dead city never lives.
so what's the point of this love
if it never lasts?
we won't survive.
doctor, we need a remedy.
i'll try not to think of the end.

words are misspoken.
this happens way too often.
this happens way too often.
everyone is still dying.
you're still crying.
i can't express how much it hurts
that your eyes can see this!
this is a crisis!
this is a crisis!

this dead city never lives.
so what's the point of this love
if it never lasts?
we won't survive.
doctor, we need a remedy.
i'll try not to think of the end.

sounds of agony don't burn to ashes.
instead they compliment my regertful scars
of the pain that came around eventually
when my city died.

this dead city never lives.
so what's the point of this love
if it never lasts?
we won't survive.
doctor, we need a remedy.
i'll try not to think of the end.

doctor, we need a cure!
doctor, we need...