What about the figures? What about the facts? What about the outbreaks? What about ourselves? What about the figures? They don`t stop climbing What about the outbreak? It keeps on spreading See it gaining ground Digging in the wound
We`re in the doldrums
Quantizing is frightening The facts are blinding Time is dragging The facts are blinding We`re a party in a suit Now the worm is in the fruit See it gaining ground Digging in the wound
We`re in the doldrums
You could make it just around the block It`s able to sneak in any lock On your shoulder there, is it a pock? Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?
What about the figures? They don`t stop climbing What about the outbreak? It keeps on spreading Now the lines are converging To the point of no return See it gaining ground, amplifying the wound A disaster (You name it!) A disaster occurs Under your very eyes See it gaining ground Digging in the wound
We`re in the doldrums
The Doldrums... The Outbreak... Disaster... The Facts... The LINES
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