• I have found it
    The cure to this disease
    I’ve made a rapture out of rationing my payments
    Paid in full once the year comes to a close
    And distributed gradually to ease the clinging need
    Glory, glory, hallelujah!
    We’re all going home together
    Or am I again confusing the real with the beautiful?
    I’ve made a rapture out of rationing my payments
    But it was figurative and my heart simply forgot
    I thought I’d cured the disease
    But it rages
    And consumes
    I thought I’d made it out alive

    Nobody does