Blight

The future looks bright

If you're into the blight

Haven't we learned at all?

Time and again

We lose in the end

How does it feel to be burned?

In your blood again

And in your tears

You count just on one hand

The remaining years

Check yourself again

(test yourself again)

Lovers and your friends

Lovers and your friends

Assume that it'll end

(plague has reached the land)

Against your time again

Treat each month like a year

(treat each hour like a year)

Back to the blight

It may be alright

We're just too close to the source

Hop a plane bus or cab

Or leave it to Abbott Labs

Look to the past, plot a course