Ascetic:

Pharmacy

Ascetic:

They found us
In the basement
Mixing up the medicine

They found us
In the alley
Swallowing sugar pills

But there is no cure
When there is no sickness
And there is no sickness I see
'Cause there is no cure
Or appears to be

And though your body's burning
Throw your pills into the fire
Watch them turn to smoke
And then slowly slip away
When all that came before you
Now seems hollow and shallow
And the shelves are all empty
In this pharmacy


They found us
In the forests
Stretched out for a cure
Stretched out for a cure

But there is no cure
When there is no sickness
And there is no sickness I see
'Cause there is no cure
There's no chance for them

And though your body's burning
Throw your pills into the fire
Watch them turn to smoke
And then slowly slip away
When all that came before you
Now seems hollow and shallow
And the shelves are all empty
In this pharmacy

In this pharmacy
In this pharmacy
Lord in this pharmacy
Stretched out for a cure