LYRICS
What you see
Let it be
The seven seals
Were unsealed
The tusks
Untusked
The opening to the abyss
Among us
And, now we cause all the fuss
I guess it was the fuss
Because of the mess
I must confess
There should be a fuss about the mess caused by us
It’s not that you need to be a ruckus scientist
Or some sort-of brain surgeon… or even journalist
Trying to get a grasp on this reality TV that is thee… me
Let it be that what you see
Is the fusion
Of reality with your dream
ABOUT THE SONG
Chords — C7#9 C EmM7
Daniel — Vocals, Keyboards
A 1-track stereo extemporaneous recording made in Chester County, Pennsylvania, United States of America.
From the album Beg For Mercy
By Daniel Brouse