and no-one is sure

it's so much work just to keep on breathing
gasping for air he bursts out laughing
and no one's sure if he's done eating
and no one's sure if his women are living
and no one's sure...

he stands in line just to see them bitchin'
like dumb sheeps they gather to worship
and no one's sure if it'll be worth it
and no one's sure just how one knows it
and no one's sure...

beg for mercy!
we are all converted to risk another chance
to wait, to wait, we're all told to wait

he's trying to live among the dying
he turns his head but he cannot leave it
and no one's sure if it's just a habit
and no one's sure how to end it
and no one's sure...






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