Measures - Veto

Hard times call for harder measures

There’ll be no time for no earthly pleasures

You’ll be glad when it’s done, you’ll rejoice when it’s over

And it is just around the corner

Hardship from its greater ruptures

Fiction based on a bright hereafter

You’ll be glad when it’s done, you’ll rejoice when it’s over

And it is just around the corner

Summon us at midnight

I hear whispers, I hear sights

Trouble us like a cold

Something called on to run from

Trouble us, trouble us

There are things that you can’t know

The future we expect

Is not the future that we get