All my books lay on the table —
— waitin’ to unfold.
I sit & stare at my reflection
— where the darkness dulls my bones.
My head fills like a junk shop —
— in desperate need of repair.
The path of least resistance leads to the
…………garbage heap of despair. (I think I’d better get back in bed!)
«I’m just a symptom of the moral decay —
Thats gnawing at the heart of the country»
You can’t destroy your problems — by destroying yourself,
DEATH — is not the answer for your soul may burn in hell
My memory my fond deceiver —
— is turning all my past into pain.
While I’m being raped by progress —
Tomorrow’s world is here to stay.
(they wouldn’t have it any other way)
Jeremy Meek — bass guitar
Matt Johnson — synths, instruments, percussion, vocals