Terminal State — текст песни (Front 242)

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

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

We`re in the doldrums

You could make it just around the block
It`s able to sneak in any lock
On your shoulder there, is it a pock?
Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?

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

We`re in the doldrums

The Doldrums...
The Outbreak...
Disaster... The Facts... The LINES