bene - synths - vocals
ed - Guitar
Rob - Bass
Mac - Drums
lyrics
Acrid stench, filling streets, alleys, offices and stairs
Shattered people, walking lost, blind and deaf, going nowhere
The masses numbed, Still in shock, am awful, sense of finality
Looking for anything, something that, might convey,
a passing semblance of normaility
Every corner, every shelter , Lane and Hedge.
Every refuge, full and empty beds
The grey, the black and the white. The vivid, dull and the bright
Every list, every roster, every Headcount.
Every bag filled with dread, filled with doubt
nothing but chaos on the inside, must be somewhere, must be alive.
An acid burn hits the mark, as panic starts to rise
A reflex action sets in motion, pain I cannot hide
With tension building, there's too much, pressure on my mind
I am reaching to almost anyone, for akind of sign
Every shelter every shelter every shelter
Looking for the Headcount, I hear their voices shout
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