Lyrics Synchronicity II - Angra
Another
suburban
family
morning
Grandmother
screaming
at
the
wall
We
have
to
shout
above
the
din
of
our
Rice
Crispies
We
can't
hear
anything
at
all
Mother
chants
her
litany
of
boredom
and
frustration
But
we
know
all
her
suicides
are
fake
Daddy
only
stares
into
the
distance
There's
only
so
much
more
that
he
can
take
Many
miles
away
Something
crawls
from
the
slime
At
the
bottom
of
a
dark
Scottish
lake
Another
industrial
ugly
morning
The
factory
belches
filth
into
the
sky
He
walks
unhindered
through
the
picket
lines
today
He
doesn't
think
to
wonder
why
The
secretaries
pout
and
preen
like
Cheap
tarts
in
a
red
light
street
But
all
he
ever
thinks
to
do
is
watch
And
every
single
meeting
with
his
so-called
superior
Is
a
humiliating
kick
in
the
crotch
Many
miles
away
Something
crawls
to
the
surface
Of
a
dark
Scottish
lake
Another
working
day
has
ended
Only
the
rush
hour
hell
to
face
Packed
like
lemmings
into
shiny
metal
boxes
Contestants
in
a
suicidal
race
Daddy
grips
the
wheel
and
stares
alone
into
the
distance
He
knows
that
something
somewhere
has
to
break
He
sees
the
family
home
now
looming
in
the
headlights
The
pain
upstairs
that
makes
his
eyeballs
ache
Many
miles
away
There's
a
shadow
on
the
door
Of
a
cottage
on
the
shore
Of
a
dark
Scottish
lake
Many
miles
away,
many
miles
away
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