Is it just me or can you hear a strange sound whispering?
Do you feel a strange chill from the winds now gathering?
The quiet voice in my mind is slowly unquieting.
The corners of the street hide behind them a world you thought you knew.
Glimmers of dark light seem to be breaking through.
You see in the eyes of people that you meet that trust is only for fools!
Is it just me or is the ether tanged with fear? When you think back twenty years it feels like you’ve never been here.
Is it just me or do you think that you’re lost too? Our country has changed around us and we seem to not know what to do.
Is it just me?
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