The Curious Times
These are curious times. Without any reason. Without any light, there are places to hide.
These are curious times, When the cold television, reflects like a knife, at the scene of a crime
They want your lives on the run
Today in the headlines
Written like traitors, under the gun
Print on your fingers and trust in no one
They want you damaged at home
Afraid of the outside
But, several encounters
today have been won
Will tomorrow's headline ring
Like a shot in the dark
These are curious times. When the heart's loud beating, covers the sounds of carousels of our past times.
These are curious times. Refuse to believe it? Then count all the nights,
your world's gone awry.
The Curious Times won't let them leave