All my books lay on the table

Waitin' to unfold

I sit and stare at my reflection

While the darkness chills my bones

My head fills like a junk shop

In desperate need of repair

The path of least resistance leads to the

Garbage heap of despair

I think i'd better get back in bed



I'm just a symptom of the moral decay

That's gnawing at the heart of the country

(x2)



You can't destroy your problems

By destroying yourself

Death is not the answer

For your soul may burn in hell

My memory my fond deceiver

Is turning all my past into pain

While i'm being raped by progress

Tomorrow's world is here to stay

They wouldn't have it any other way



I'm just a symptom of the moral decay

That's gnawing at the heart of the country.

(xtofade)












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