We come to the killers, for the cure

Slow, cold blade
It runs down the center of your spine
Pleading hunch
That you're running out of time
Something's wrong
And your mouth's stitched up shut
Like waking up with your head against the gun

Seems that the lead has got your tongue
Unspoken minds will speak with blood

If you want change, you've got to change the source
We come to the killers for the cure
Only the dead have seen the end of war
For we come to the killers

Why do you expect to feed from the hungry?
A poor soul in debt will bleed
To get the rich blood flowing
Your sweat is to drain you out
Your fear is to drive you
On a path that grows from tears
No drought where blood is shed on bones

Imprisoned
It needs no lock. S
It needs no guards
It's not your vision
A high-jacked mind won't see the bars
It's your decision to accept all the things as they are
The hands of deliverance cannot save benighted hearts

You're not meant to understand
You just stand under

If you want change you've got to change the course
Welcome to the killers for the cure
Only the dead have seen the end of war
For we come to the killers

What would you say if you weren't afraid?
What would you say?
What would you change?
What would it take?
Mold, regrow
We know we are the cure
Re-mold, regrow
We know we are the cure