I'd like to sing a song of hope and revelation. Of the joy and the mirth of our situation. . But the seas have all blown dry. And the stars are stolen from the sky.
Sliding into extinction. Sliding into extinction. . The human soul. The human soul. It slide into extinction. The human soul. The human soul. It slide into oblivion.
I hear the rumble of this town and I know it brings me down. I hear the voice of this place and I tell you it brings me down. I hear that whisper you're shouting and of course it brings me down.
I see no signs of life. I see no easy cure. No cause for rejoice. No free or easy voice. . Is there no one that can save us from today?. Is there no one that can save us from today?.
You like some food. Yeah, but none of that spicy stuff. You like to rock. But nothing too weird. . Brother, you're living in the land of the bland. Brother, you're living in the land of the bland.
I see no signs of life. I see no easy cure. No cause for rejoice. No free or easy voice. . Is there no one that can save us from today?. Is there no one that can save us from today?.
I took a walk around. Sleepy Melbourne town. Someone call the cops. Another junkie just dropped now. . Smack as cheap as chips. But there's silence on their lips.
Normal people suffocate you. Till the last breath. They clutter footpaths, clutter highways. With their living death. . Are you normal enough?. Are you normal enough?.