Front 242 - Terminal State Lyrics
What about the figures?What about the facts?What about the outbreaks?What about ourselves?What about the figures?They don't stop climbingWhat about the outbreak?It keeps on spreadingSee it gaining groundDigging in the woundWe're in the doldrumsQuantizing is frighteningThe facts are blindingTime is draggingThe facts are blindingWe're a party in a suitNow the worm is in the fruitSee it gaining groundDigging in the woundWe're in the doldrumsYou could make it just around the blockIt's able to sneak in any lockOn your shoulder there, is it a pock?Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?What about the figures?They don't stop climbingWhat about the outbreak?It keeps on spreadingNow the lines are convergingTo the point of no returnSee it gaining ground, amplifying the woundA disaster (You name it!)A disaster occursUnder your very eyesSee it gaining groundDigging in the woundWe're in the doldrumsTHE DOLDRUMS...THE OUTBREAK...DISASTER... THE FACTS... THE LINES________________________________________________________________The text above comes from the 'book' "Front 242 Words 1981-1989.Gosh! It wasn't an easy job writing it down! :)I didn't find a (c)-mark in the book so I don't think I'mbreaking the law.Please! Leave this textfile in its original shape andsize (20192bytes)!Typed by Sponk 1991-10-9
