Medicine

Sharp black lines cut deep across
The gray rings fat swollen growth
Breath less dry hack ashen faced
The sick patient wheezing low
It looks like nothing so much as a cancer
As seen from above, dividing and spreading
The pace is quickening
And i feel the toll it’s taking under my hand
Round and round
Dry hot red drained pock-marked
It keeps going but it’s deadly thin
Can’t quite root out the cause but
You know what the number one suspect is
We look like nothing so much as a cancer
As seen from above, dividing and spreading
The pace is quickening
And i feel the toll it’s taking under my hands
Round and round.