The Wait (Killing Joke cover)

One, two three, four… Motives changing, day to day The fire increases, masks decay I look at the river, white foam floats down The body’s poisoned, gotta sit tight The wait The wait The wait The wait After wakening, silence grows The screams subside, distortion shows Mutant thoughts, of bad mouthed news It’s just another birth, of distorted views The wait The wait The wait The wait The wait The wait The wait The wait