I need a cure to cleanse me of this cell,
My condition's riddled, caught in this spell,
Doctor, Doctor, please hear my plea,
But in the end, it's just pills, pills, for me.
I speak of the spiritual apothecary,
But they just grin, pull a pill from the library,
I need a cure that's deep and true,
Not just a pill, but a light to guide me through.
Each day blends into the night,
Searching for hope, for the light,
Doctor, Doctor, what do you see?
Is there a cure beyond these pills for me?
I speak of the spiritual apothecary,
But they just grin, pull a pill from the library,
I need a cure that's deep and true,
Not just a pill, but a light to guide me through.
In the quiet, in the still,
I seek a healing that's not a pill,
A touch of grace, a breath of peace,
From this endless cycle, a release.
I speak of the spiritual apothecary,
But they just grin, pull a pill from the library,
I need a cure that's deep and true,
Not just a pill, but a light to guide me through.
In the quiet, in the still,
I seek a healing that's not a pill,
A touch of grace, a breath of peace,
From this endless cycle, a release.
A Release!
I speak of the spiritual apothecary,
But they just grin, pull a pill from the library,
I need a cure that's deep and true,
Not just a pill, but a light to guide me through.
So I'll keep searching, heart in hand,
For a cure that helps me stand,
Spiritual apothecary, hear my plea,
Bring the healing that sets me free.