OLI SPLEEN

I gaze upon a hollow moon 

And doubt all I held dear 

A dark cloud is descending 

And this world is filled with fear 

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We’re set adrift upon a sea 

Of everybody else 

And who of us knows how to play 

The cards that we’ve been dealt 

So could it be this is the flood 

These are the final days 

We dredge the remnants from the mud 

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Of what hope may remain 

The failings of the fathers 

Soon will suffocate our sons 

Oh let the deluge wash and cleanse 

The earth of all we’ve done 

The hate and fears of all the years 

Spread like a blood disease 

Hate to divide and conquer 

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Fear to bring us to our knees 

No end to this creeping terror 

People fighting fear with fear 

No finest hour, just gravest error 

All hope slowly disappears 

As we manifest this misery 

And make all hell break loose 

Oh lead me to the hanging tree 

And fasten round the noose 


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