Rid Lyrics

Oracle deliver us to the shining circle.
Plug into the sick respirator.
Unplug your ailing sense of wanting back in to your wound.
Healing when you scratch the scab.
Perfect.
Lap up all the empty hearts tired of pretending.
Sealing hibernating skin by forcing and ending.
Conclusions never satisfy successive cuts that petrify
the surface left of pacified waiting with completeness.
Just hope that your peace is relative to the time it takes to
rid yourself of all thought.