Poetry for the Poets lyrics

You wave hello to the blind

Give your word, take a bribe

Lend a hand, adding arms in time

The cure is worse

Than the pain inside

You feed the poor with a sigh

Empathize when you're high

Open doors, but the room is mine

The cure is worse

Than the pain inside

This is the morning after

We live the morning after

Save a soul, take a life

There is more safety in numbness

Save your breath from the world outside

The cure is worse

Than the pain inside

This is the morning after

We live the morning after