Hymn For An Average Man – Algiers

Somewhere down along the line I lost the plot

You think nothing has changed?
Horrified to find that what you made has risen up
And now your hate has a name

So let a sigh ring out Denial. Deny it. Deny it

Draw a cold hand across your mouth
A muffled sound
While you lie there and wait
Listen to them calling out and come for you in silence
For the mess that you have made

So let a sigh ring out Denial. Deny it. Deny it
So let a sigh ring out Denial. Deny it. Deny it

(Ignore their screaming. You got away with it.)

Nothing is opened up
No sound in the room x2