Lyrics Zero Hour - The Slow Readers Club

Zero Hour

In total darkness, the zero hour, wait for the world to start
Hallucinations, grand dreams of power, deception is an art
In place of colour I’m seeing static, will someone please take charge
The hands are turning It’s automatic, don’t want to cause alarm
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t want to be here
You call me out you call me a coward
Think you could go a day without freakin'
Maybe I’m blessed or maybe I’m cursed
But one thing’s for sure I’m through getting hammered
In isolation, oh please believe me, I mean to do no harm
This old procession is so demeaning.
You must speak truth to power
I don’t, I don’t, I don’t want to be here
You call me out you call me a coward
Think you could go a day without freakin'
Maybe I’m blessed or maybe I’m cursed
But one thing’s for sure I’m through getting hammered