Il testo della The tropics of cancer, capricorn and a smashed face

Not a crumb of dirt anywhere
We are all alone here and we are dead.
Not a crumb of dirt anywhere
We are all alone here and we are dead.
I am a prophet: more calamities; more death; more despair.
No indication of change anywhere, our heroes have all killed themselves.
We must get in step, a lock step.
Lock step, lock step, lock step, lock step.