What about the figures?

What about the facts?

What about the outbreaks?

What about ourselves?

What about the figures?

They don't stop climbing

What about the outbreak?

It keeps on spreading

See it gaining ground

Digging in the wound



We're in the doldrums



Quantizing is frightening

The facts are blinding

Time is dragging

The facts are blinding

We're a party in a suit

Now the worm is in the fruit

See it gaining ground

Digging in the wound



We're in the doldrums



You could make it just around the block

It's able to sneak in any lock

On your shoulder there, is it a pock?

Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?



What about the figures?

They don't stop climbing

What about the outbreak?

It keeps on spreading

Now the lines are converging

To the point of no return

See it gaining ground, amplifying the wound

A disaster (You name it!)

A disaster occurs

Under your very eyes

See it gaining ground

Digging in the wound



We're in the doldrums



THE DOLDRUMS...

THE OUTBREAK...

DISASTER... THE FACTS... THE LINES



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The text above comes from the 'book' "Front 242 Words 1981-1989.

Gosh! It wasn't an easy job writing it down! :)

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