What about the figures?
  What about the facts?
  What about the outbreaks?
  What about ourselves?
  What about the figures?
  They don't stop climbing
  What about the outbreak?
  It keeps on spreading
  See it gaining ground
  Digging in the wound
  
  We're in the doldrums
  
  Quantizing is frightening
  The facts are blinding
  Time is dragging
  The facts are blinding
  We're a party in a suit
  Now the worm is in the fruit
  See it gaining ground
  Digging in the wound
  
  We're in the doldrums
  
  You could make it just around the block
  It's able to sneak in any lock
  On your shoulder there, is it a pock?
  Will the scales ever fall from your eyes?
  
  What about the figures?
  They don't stop climbing
  What about the outbreak?
  It keeps on spreading
  Now the lines are converging
  To the point of no return
  See it gaining ground, amplifying the wound
  A disaster (You name it!)
  A disaster occurs
  Under your very eyes
  See it gaining ground
  Digging in the wound
  
  We're in the doldrums
  
  THE DOLDRUMS...
  THE OUTBREAK...
  DISASTER... THE FACTS... THE LINES