CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : The Manufactured Threat

All that he does is chip away
Each day he sticks to his routine:
(The existential threat that I always feel)
Putting the pieces on
Building a big machine
(Nothing’s happened yet today and yet I have to feel)

He ran out of room inside his room
(Danger near, danger here)
And so he moved it all outside
(Nowhere to escape to and nobody there to hear)
(As I now scream in fear)
Now it's a bit too big
(Scream in fear)
Now it's a mile wide
(The existential threat is drawing very, very near)

(And they all look away, look away)
The family vans across the desert
(Can't you see the existential threat is on its way?)
Follow signs to park and stare

(The existential threat)
Nobody says hello
(That I tend to feel)
Nobody knows he's there
(When I’m walking down the street or right behind the wheel)