From A View

All I do is watch the news
Every night I watched the news confounded
From a view, we watch the news
Modern war, well, you feel all hues of malice
We all live in silent desperation
What goes on in the dark of the Moon
Burning crosses from Station to Station
As midnight madmen croon

I don’t know, I think it’s so…
I don’t know, I think it’s so…
I don’t know, I think it’s so…
Fucked Up

One day, a vision from satellite
What a sight ~ well, I felt a chill of horror
Throwing rocks, she bludgeoned the night
Drown her flock, well, it kills you to the core
We all live in silent desperation
What goes on in day before our bare eye
Are we to live to the final occasion?
And live before we die?

I don’t know, I think it’s so…
I don’t know, I think it’s so…
I don’t know, I think it’s so…
Fucked Up

Me and my friend went to the cemetry
At the end of the earth and all humanity
Had to find a way to build a big arc
Let destiny guide us through the dark

I don’t know, I think it’s so…
I don’t know, I think it’s so…
I don’t know, I think it’s so…
Fucked Up

Copyright 2003 Beau Phillips