Morning Warning Chorus

And it steals like the parasitic servant

It disturbs, but still somehow it oozes purpose

And it's streamlined

The way you slide into its curse

And it seems like

You want to rearrange the words

You've got to feel it, yourself

You've got to see it, yourself

All the lines run

parallel on their one-way course there

it's the court where the guilty wont be

out-stared

And it snowballs like rolling sound, so low, it can't be heard

And you know then, that they could never hear the words

And it dawns like the morning warning chorus

the flapping sky

purple, pounding, here it call us

And it sounds like maybe they just haven't heard

But it sneers like they haven't listened to a word

You've got to feel it, yourself

You've got to see it for yourself