This song (#19) is my attempt to imagine how it feels to be someone who "believes" they have been injured by a certain thing, or believes they have had someone they love be injured, or killed...by that same thing.
lyrics
Old teacher I was always told to listen to you
Always told, you’d always know what I should do
it seemed easy to you, you just knew who we should listen to
you said the greatest minds alive were gonna see us through
Keen to help, you volunteered, and reassured me that there was nothing to fear,
Told me any reaction, would never be severe
when the protestors came near, you called the police and
told me there was nothing I should hear you closed my eyes and mind, and deafened my ears
Before, there was nothing ever wrong with me, I thought I had my life in front of me
Now I’m facing my mortality, learning to live with disability
Noone can tell me why this happened to me – nobody takes responsibility the
Compensations like a sick joke to me. And there was never any need for this to ever be
You said no cause at all for concern or alarm -so clear and simple: just take that shot in my arm
Only ever gonna help me, just work like a charm
Only ever protect me, cause me no harm
I was counting on you
I was counting on you
I was counting on you
My life in your hands
I was counting on you, teacher
I was counting on you
I was counting on you
My life was in your hands
General practitioner, we were so conditioned to listen to you
Taught to believe, you’d always know what we should all do
We could count on you to sort any lies from what was true
You embodied knowledge and integrity, that was you
We asked about the real need and the risks, you could have said you didn’t know, you had that chance
Maybe never gave the data that was already there more than a glance
You gave us scripted reassurance, you sidestepped, you did the politician’s dance
We deferred to you, and for us, now there’s no second chance
He’s gone, it makes no sense, cut down in his prime
Had a family to support, it wasn’t his time
You were paid on every dose, your bribe for your crime
For the harm that you’ve caused you’ll never serve enough time
To see the effects that would come down the line
There was never a replacement for the passage of time
No matter what the claims of those whose pockets get lined we let them
scare us so much that we turned ourselves blind
Chorus
He was counting on you
We were counting on you
We were counting on you
His life in your hands
We were counting on you, doctor
We were counting you Nurse
We were counting on you, teacher
Our lives in your hands
We were counting on you
We were counting on you
We were counting on you
Our lives in your hands
We were counting on you
We were counting on you
We were counting on you
Our lives in your hands
To see the effects that would come down the line
There was never a replacement for the passage of time
No matter what the claims of those whose pockets get lined we let them
scare us so much that we turned ourselves blind
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Informed Consent, Mass Compliance, the Depopulation Agenda, and other bullshit.
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