Lo' The Wicked

Doubt the first, while the second-hand bought the curse
I've been dreaming of former days' verse
Get to my feet, gaze at the window
What could it be that beckons me there so awfully?
How this came to be?

Oh we, have never been so far from offering
A premonition to a happening

Brethren, arms retreating in Birmingham
Oh the wind in our lungs again
I just needed to understand
Oh I've seen, too, one, too, too, too many things
Oh the reason I long to be
Lo' the wicked

Lo' the wicked
Ah, ah... ah, ah

Third the task, while the neighbor's dreaming in maths
I'm believing in former days' past
Digging a grave, routine by routine
Fading away, deep in the blue screen
I can't stay, serving out the day

Oh we, have just interrupted your regularly
Scheduled program for emergency