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Too eager to appease
The cure is the disease
And it's only growing worse

Day by day it takes its hold
Divides its cells a thousandfold
And makes your blindness seem perverse

Out of sight and out of mind
Are deadly traits when they're combined
But it's easier that way

Sit and watch the world go by
While all the problems multiply
With nothing left to do but pray

CHORUS
I am the rain
Falling down to cover you
Wish me away
But I'm here for your own good
I am the storm
Sent to wake you from your dream
Show me your scorn
But you'll thank me in the end

These amenities are nice
But there is need for sacrifice
You must lose so you may gain

It's too easy to malign
The implements that steal our time
But it's we who are to blame

Fill your pockets while you can
And try to keep the upper hand
The voice of reason sounds so shrill

Surround yourself with all you own
Work your fingers to the bone
And happiness evades you still

(CH)

Too eager to appease
You've lost the forest for the trees
And it really is a shame

It is such a sorry sight
When you evaluate your life
You've only got yourself to blame

(CH)
Too eager to appease   The cure is the disease   And it's only growing worse      Day by day it takes its hold   Divides its cells a thousandfold   And makes your blindness seem perverse      Out of sight and out of mind    Are deadly traits when they're combined   But it's easier that way      Sit and watch the world go by   While all the problems multiply   With nothing left to do but pray      CHORUS   I am the rain   Falling down to cover you    Wish me away   But I'm here for your own good   I am the storm    Sent to wake you from your dream   Show me your scorn   But you'll thank me in the end      These amenities are nice   But there is need for sacrifice   You must lose so you may gain      It's too easy to malign   The implements that steal our time    But it's we who are to blame       Fill your pockets while you can   And try to keep the upper hand   The voice of reason sounds so shrill      Surround yourself with all you own    Work your fingers to the bone   And happiness evades you still      (CH)      Too eager to appease   You've lost the forest for the trees   And it really is a shame      It is such a sorry sight   When you evaluate your life    You've only got yourself to blame       (CH)