Powderfinger

Somebody screaming that the end is nigh
Never seen nobody with hopes so high
Uneasy feeling creeping up on me
Justify a weary trinity
And i can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
Will its release ever set me free
Creepy feeling easing up on me
And i'm covered in a shroud of mediocrity
No entry to the place where answers lie
It's a language unavailable to you and i
And i can hardly contain my joy
Let me hear just a little bit more
Will its release ever set me free