Lyrics

I don't hold my grudges, my grudges hold me With the comfort of a mother's arms In the certainty of self-righteous Oppositional identity I don't hold my comforts, my comforts hold me Hiding out, dodging dread Alone in bed With the company of endless TV I can see I can see I can see But the truth won't set me free Worshiping comfort on bruised knees While I await the mouths of trees And every day, there's one decision: Am I the Cure or the Disease? It's up to me