Assurance Race

This is the hard road
Of which I can't let go
Because if I know at it's end
There is a cancer of the heart

We are a dying race
With hatred on our withering lips
Help us to just enjoy this nightmare
Save us from control terrified
For assurance we'd do anything

Once on the hard road
Ignorance seems the greener pasture
Assurance is something you must let go
The desire for it is a cancer of the soul

We are an aging parasite
Hatred bound around our withering lips
Help us to just enjoy this nightmare
Save us from die cast control
Terrified of every type of starvation

This is the hard road
Of which I can't let go
Because if I know at it's end
There is a cancer of the heart