LYRICS
Approaching some sort-of Danger Zone
Searching for some sort-of safe place
Escaping from “gone mad” human race
… guess I’m not alone
Gone amiss in their crisises [sic]
Quite a mess.
A total miss.
Can’t you see
The emergency?
No more emperor
Sitting on his seat
While women and children
Are living on the street
No more president
Trying to represent
Skepticism through racism
ABOUT THE SONG
Style: Alternative Rock / Progressive Protest
Chords: E Bm / A G E / B7 A G E; 124 BPM Rock
Recording: original take / live digital 1-track stereo
Instrumentation: Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards
From the album Join The Marching And