LYRICS
Look me in the eyes
There’s no surprise
It’s staring you right in the face
In this very place
It’s matter-of-fact
Ignorance backed
Fear
Meant to tear
Our very fabric
And spread like a disease
(Sick)
If you please
Quick
’til we’re all sick
Suspected to be infected
With a social disease
Since you please
Take no responsibility
For we
Thus us
Our demise I surmise
Demise by disease
Socially transmitted disease
Look me in the eyes
A baby cries. A mother dies.
Thus the fuss
You see…
Death can be deadly
To you… me… we
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: ExperiMental Rock
Chords: F# B; 155 BPM Bossa Nova
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Keyboards, Electric Guitar
From the album Moved