Terminal State

What about the figures?
What about the facts?
What about the outbreaks?
What about ourselves?

What about the figures?
They don't stop climbing
What about the outbreak?
It keeps on spreading

See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound
See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound

We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums

Quantizing is frightening
The facts are blinding
Time is dragging
The facts are blinding

We're a party in a suit
Now the worm is in the fruit

See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound
See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound

We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums

You could make it just around the block
You could make it just around the block
It's able to sneak in any lock
It's able to sneak in any lock

On your shoulder there is it a pock?
Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?
On your shoulder there is it a pock?
Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?

We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums

What about the figures?
They don't stop climbing
What about the outbreak?
It keeps on spreading

Now the lines are converging
To the point of no return
See it gaining ground
Amplifying the wound

A disaster
(You name it)
A disaster occurs
Under your very eyes

See it gaining ground
Digging in the wound
See it gaining ground
Digging in the

We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums

We're in the doldrums
We're in the doldrums

We're in the doldrums

The doldrums, the doldrums
The outbreak, disaster
The facts, the lines, the facts