Message of Distress

I'm sending out a message of distress
My patience has run thin
And as a consequence, I guess
As has my conviction
I've been seeing visions of a Revelations nature
And I'd wager that we ain't about to make it past the Rapture

And I sought refuge in stormwater drains
Unlearned the old traditions
That have acted as an anchor attached to our ankles
Found the angles that project our lines to intersect
If only for a second
Read the wisdom left embedded in the remnants, said

If we weaponise this pain
We may lay waste to a hundred of these guilty men
Restore the ship before we sink
And start again
When we laugh we get more sick
Oh, so it goes, so it goes

When we laugh we get more sick
So if those guilty men
Remain amongst the living
Things will never change
When we laugh we get more sick
And if things stay the same
When we laugh we get more sick
Then throughout all our days
We will laugh and get more sick



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian-jude Joseph
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