Soothe The Wrath Of God (Venin Noir)

What's in these pills, that won't let me sleep? This catharsis I asked clarified my doubts Delirious apathy...without this remedy, I'm dead Such embrace would soothe the wrath of God No disgrace could ever bring a happiness so odd What's in this feeling that won't let me curdle? This alibi I can't use wouldn't help me shout A call to oblivion: to live without this remedy Such embrace would soothe the wrath of God No disgrace... Live...a dead body can live A dead mind may think You don't seem to hear the wrath of God Such embrace would soothe the wrath of God No disgrace could ever bring a happiness so odd Without this remedy, I'm dead, you soothe the wrath of God