Please comment. (This is pretty random...the title came to me after it was finished. I didn't really intend on righting something like this. It just happened while it was being written out of the blue.) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No-one knows the cure to decadence: You dive right in, lift your hands to your face, taste the sand Your tongue is dry, eyes are blind ears are def, passing by You can't count fingers So you count the days You can't feel anything as you fade away You can't taste pleasure Or see the pain You can't feel anything as you fade away Stumbling over your toes, you begin to crawl Helpless cries force their way from your slack jaw You keep on telling yourself, you'll be saved, you're just moaning your way right into your grave You can't count fingers So you count the days You can't feel anything as you fade away You can't taste pleasure Or see the pain You can't feel anything as you fade away