Hourly Radio Fear Of Standing Upright
Where the fields and forests lie without name
Won't they snare us in their subtle games won't they hold
us all to blame?
In silent pages where words are lost without trace
They'll tease us with an eager tounge wearing masks upon
their face
Crowding close in the depths of careless waste
I'll shoulder your unease and tears, counter fears with
endless grace
Calling out when the final fall is near
They don't want us in your opened arms they don't need us
'round you dear
Paranoid!
You've got your rightous inhibitions, nightly sick
addictions,
Are you down?
