Nobody knew me, so I bought some time
An hour or two with a friend of mine
Somebody lied, so I'll burn their soul
Somebody screamed and then the fire burned cold
I cure things
Sweet young things
I'll take their pain away
I cure things
Sweet young things
Like someone walks on their grave
I booked a small room in a cheap motel
Somewhere to hide and a cure to sell
I call it passion; I'll make them bleed
No one to love but a ghost to feed
I was a puppet pulling my own strings
I can't believe that I did such things
I was a shadow, but God forgives
Now I'm a priest and Jesus lives
I cure things
Sweet young things
I'll take their pain away
I cure things
Sweet young things
Like someone walks on their grave
How can I save you if you don't confess?
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