The right choices lack free will
Without your voice, you need some air
An easy cure to heal the soul
Let me be the missing fill
I'm filled
It's insecure
Give me more of you
You'll find the cure
You'll find the cure inside somewhere
You thought I'd care
But I'm lost out there somewhere
Like you
Birthdays are a form of death
And I've lost just like the rest
It's insecure
Give me more of you
You'll find the cure
You'll find the cure inside somewhere
Use your vices to keep it up
And the memory that eats you up
In the morning, it returns
It starts again, the easy cure
I'm cured
I'm cured
Give me more of you
I'm cured
I'm cured