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