Sharp black lines cut deep across
The gray rings fat swollen growth
Breath less dry hack ashen faced
The sick patient wheezing low
It looks like nothing so much as a cancer
As seen from above, dividing and spreading
The pace is quickening
And i feel the toll it's taking under my hand
Round and round
Dry hot red drained pock-marked
It keeps going but it's deadly thin
Can't quite root out the cause but
You know what the number one suspect is
We look like nothing so much as a cancer
As seen from above, dividing and spreading
The pace is quickening
And i feel the toll it's taking under my hands
Round and round.
