Our documents are useless, or forged beyond believing

[Swede]

Our instruments have no way of measuring this feeling
Can never cut below the floor or penetrate the ceiling
In the space between our houses some bones have been discovered
But our procession lurches on as if we have recover


Help. This is how I feel ever day.

[Snoggera]

1. try this

basically useless, but then what isn't?

http://bau2.uibk.ac.at/sg/python/Sounds/LifeOfBrian/lfbr.au

[Droopy]

2. Meditation, church, yoga, aniti-depressants, LSD

Pick one and give it a whirl.

[Swede]

3. In the space between our houses

We've lost all love or caring.

It's all guns and rage,
I feel every morning