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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tony Moore
Tony Moore
Keyboards
Tommy Harden
Tommy Harden
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tony Moore
Tony Moore
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tony Moore
Tony Moore
Producer
Steve Harris
Steve Harris
Executive Producer

Lyrics

The Sandman Arrived - Blew Dust In Our Eyes
Whispered Sweet Nothings - All Of Which Were Lies
He Sent Us To Sleep - Then With His Bag Open Wide
Collected Collective Consciousness - And, Stuffed It All Inside
He Watched How We Breathe, Then Covered Our Face
His Soft, Subtle Hands, Slowly Slipped Into Place
At First We Were Fine, Felt Nothing At All
Just A Little Strange As The World Began To Fall
And Love Went Awol
Asleep, Without A Dream And No Idea, What This Could Mean
Asleep, We’re Powerless, To Stop The Rot And Intervene
Now We’re So Tired - But Time Has Expired -This Is No Halloween
It’s Much More Obscene
But It’s Midnight Now - And The Alarm Has Been Rung
There Are No Options Left - The Trap Has Just Been Sprung
So Come On Good Friends - In This Ghost Town
It’s Our Final Chance To Make A Change, Before They Close Us Down
They’re Not Messing Around
Asleep, Without A Dream And No Idea, What This Could Mean
Asleep, We’re Powerless, To Stop The Rot And Intervene
Now We’re So Tired - But Time Has Expired -This Is No Halloween
It’s Much More Obscene -It’s Much More Obscene
Written by: Tony Moore
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