Steen Rasmussen

YOU ARE

You are the symptom

And the disease

You are the reason

And the excuse

Nothing makes sense

When you’re not around

Yet, it does us no good

You hanging about

And you’re just hanging about now

Babies are born

And old people die

Accidents happen

Disasters destroy

You give me an answer

Which deserves no respect

And when you’re exposed

You just do it again

But you’re barely hanging on now

You are the symptom

And the disease

You are the reason

And the excuse

The mad master plan

You’ve kept in effect

Continues to kill more than it saves

Your depraved desire for the Day of Doom

Is going to leave us all dangling