Dan Tindall: Music

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Sitting doing nothing
Drink a cup of coffee
Staring into distance
Like a long dead dream
A man without ambition
His heartache in remission
Needing nobody's permission
To think about death

King of all he sees
He's got bruises on his knees
And is sat upon the floor
Beside an open door
That does not lead anywhere anymore

What would you do if it was you?

And your stone cold soul that you cling to
Has now left you all alone to burn in hell
The light, the air, the sun
Oh well, all of them are gone

What would you do if it was you?

Stay lost in contemplation
A servant to the nation
Empty, corrupt
And guilty pending charge
Unswerving and dogmatic
With a intellect quite static
Forward into battle
Leading from behind

A liar and a cheat
With a CV that's complete
With all the broken feet
Of each messanger left dead
He knows where to sit
And it's mostly on your face

What would you do if it was you?

And your stone cold soul that you cling to
Has now left you all alone to burn in hell
The light, the air, the sun
Oh well, all of them are gone

What would you do if it was you?