Panacea
We can cure anything
Take your fears away
We will end your suffering
Remove your pain
Don't believe the things you've heard
Ignore all that you read
The devil tried to bring us down
Accusing us of greed
Come all you inequates
Come all you poor souls
Come all life's unfortunates
From out your holes
You'll love your dread of dying
Smash the barriers you've built
And you will give us 10%
We'll give you guilt
And as your problems melt away
You'll be shooting from the hip
You'll love your grip
You'll lose your fear of flying
You'll lose your grip
Come all you inequates
Come all you poor souls
Come all life's unfortunates
From out your holes
Come all you inequates
come all you poor souls
Come all life's unfortunates
From out your holes
Panacea
Podemos curar cualquier cosa
Eliminar tus miedos
Pondremos fin a tu sufrimiento
Eliminar tu dolor
No creas en las cosas que has escuchado
Ignora todo lo que has leído
El diablo intentó derribarnos
Acusándonos de codicia
Vengan todos ustedes desiguales
Vengan todos ustedes almas pobres
Vengan todos los desafortunados de la vida
Salgan de sus agujeros
Amarás tu temor a morir
Destroza las barreras que has construido
Y nos darás el 10%
Nosotros te daremos culpa
Y mientras tus problemas se desvanecen
Estarás disparando desde la cadera
Amarás tu control
Perderás tu miedo a volar
Perderás tu control
Vengan todos ustedes desiguales
Vengan todos ustedes almas pobres
Vengan todos los desafortunados de la vida
Salgan de sus agujeros
Vengan todos ustedes desiguales
Vengan todos ustedes almas pobres
Vengan todos los desafortunados de la vida
Salgan de sus agujeros