Anne Clark

Suicide is an urban disease
Spread by peolple and places like these
A quick self destruct from the 21st floor
A smell of gas through the kitchen door
A stab in the back from the workers and bosses
They're counting their gains as you count your losses
As you count your losses
Blow the world apart with the press of a button
We all say it shouldn't but we know it will happen
Again and again like the rain and the ark
Onwards forever eternally dark
Eternally dark
The grit in your eye soon enters your heart
And all that was strength is just falling apart
We're jumping from one bed and into another
Searching for something that we'll never discover
Never discover
So we go on breeding - breeding contempt
From all of the repression that this has meant
If the bombs and the fire don't instantly kill
Then the greed from the ashes certainly will
Certainly will
This place is not my place
This place is not yours
We're set on self destruct
For no reason or cause
If the bombs and the fire don't instantly kill
Then the greed from the ashes certainly will
Certainly will