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All my books lay on the table waitin' to unfold.
I sit & stare at my reflection while the darkness chills 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
That's gnawing at the heart of the country" [x2]
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)
"I'm just a symptom of the moral decay
That's gnawing at the heart of the country" [x4]
Jeremy Meek - bass guitar
Matt Johnson - synths, instruments, percussion, vocals