Grave Concern

Somebody screaming that the end is nigh Never seen nobody with hopes so high Uneasy feeling creeping up on me Justify a weary trinity And I can hardly contain my joy Let me hear just a little bit more Will its release ever set me free Creepy feeling easing up on me And I'm covered in a shroud of mediocrity No entry to the place where answers lie It's a language unavailable to you and I And I can hardly contain my joy Let me hear just a little bit more Will its release ever set me free Does it devour everything I believe Every fear and superstition I breed I can hardly contain my Sliding now - goodbye hesitation and doubt Sliding down - down the hollow that swallows the rules that I follow Is there a turnaround? Will the spirit rise from a corpse that's been rotten' in the ground? Sliding down - goodbye hesitation and doubt Sliding down - down the hollow that swallows the rules that I follow Is there a turnaround? Will the spirit rise from a corpse that's been rotten' in the ground? --- Grave Concern - Powderfinger