[Linda Steelyard]
Remember a time when the soul is fatigued
With a carrying stare and a need to believe
Remember the cold so welcome my dear
[?] over it all
[Mick Derrick]
Yer holdin yer hands, but yer callin' the shots
Yer tempting yer fate, yet you know yer all caught
Yer fillin' a room, and the space is too wee
Yer noticing twitches but that's not all that ye see
Yer candidate grinds like a poem in a book
They telt ye ti shut up and darе ye to look
Yer life or yеr leaflets, you shuffle
As welcome as fighting I'm up to your height
[Linda Steelyard]
Look there to a common desire
That allows its name for a funeral pyre
[?]
[?]
[Mick Derrick]
Yer planning around, suggesting a plot
A guy in a vest top sits stringin' a knot
I said [?] put it [?] doors