Another original song by The Mortal Taint, made in Sydney under lock-down.
Another week gone again
And nothing was done again
Just more of the same
We play the same old games
And things keep getting worse
Nothing fixed, all efforts cursed
While we shift the blame
And while we fan those flames
Another excuse is found again
Another excuse to do nothing
And in the days to come
Lives spent and nothing done
We may regret those years
We were ruled by fear
Another excuse is found again
Another excuse to do nothing
And it's too late to do anything
Far too late to save anything
MortalTaintAnother
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