Letra de Medicine

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.