Frogs In a Hot Pot

Like frogs in a hot pot Betting on our blind spot Temperature rising Everything is fine, not All with amnesia Mind anaesthesia We're all alive but nothing is private Everyday a drain and then another craze I've been tired, uninspired, all in many ways The good old days before the good old phase And every face I meet returns another shook cold gaze Change something slow enough and nobody knows Have you forgot or no one seems to care? Turn people over step by step They will play Forgetting you and look the other way again Very easy peasy to distract In fact takes a lot of us to react You know it's obvious and all when looking back And I hope enough of us will recollect Everyday a drain and then another craze I've been tired, uninspired, all in many ways The good old days before the good old phase And every face I meet returns another shook cold gaze Like frogs in a hot pot All amnesia anaesthesia Trying to react Trying to forget No