[Werset 1] Indigenous apocalypse, decimated forest, the Winter of our discontent’s upon us Desolate apostles, left with Strongbow at the crossroads We are nothing but an eating mouth, oesophagus, colossal We won’t stop until we’ve beaten down the planet into pellets Before the interstellar mission to inflict more terror It’s killing me, it’s killing me, it’s filling me, I’m vomiting, it’s still in me Everything is fine really, silly me Poor kids shot dead, poor kids locked up Poor kids saying, “This is the future that you left us?” Stopped up lunch meat, processed, punch from an unclean fatcat Tasty, tasty poison Carcinogenic, diabetic, asthmatic, epileptic, post-traumatic, bipolar and disaffected Atomised, thinking we’re engaged when we’re pacified Staring at the screen so we don’t have to see the planet die
[Hook] What we gonna do to wake up? We sleep so deep, it don’t matter how they shake us If we can’t face it, we can’t escape it But tonight the storm’s come
[Werset 2] She’s screaming, she’s screaming The drone’s turned her beautiful boy into a pile of bones No body to bury, nobody is home Running from war, the boat’s full, the boat’s sinking a mile off shore No beds in the hospitals, our minds are against us Imagine your daughter was gunned down defenceless on her way to school There’d be uproar But she’s collateral damage, it doesn’t matter Now if our kids are fine, that’s enough for us You can’t love into a vacuum, there’s got to be a limit Welcome to the biggest crime that’s ever been committed You think you and I are different kinds, you’re caught up in specifics You and I apart are easier to limit The illusion’s so complete it’s impossible to bring it into focus Cinematic stock footage, you think people are locusts Uniform men keep unleashing explosives
[Hook] What we gonna do to wake up? We sleep so deep, it don’t matter how they shake us If we can’t face it, we can’t escape it But tonight the storm’s come
[Werset 3] Tunnel vision, tunnel vision Work, drinks, heartbreak You can’t face the past, the past’s a dark place Can’t sleep, can’t wake, sitting in our boxes Notching up our victories as other people’s losses Another day, another chance to turn your face away from pain Let’s get a takeaway And meet me in the pub a little later, we’ll say the same things as ever Life’s a waiting game When we gonna see that life is happening? And that every single body bleeding on its knees is an abomination And every natural being is making communication And we’re just sparks, tiny parts of a bigger constellation We’re miniscule molecules that make up one body You see the tragedy and pain of a person that you’ve never met Is present in your nightmares, in your pull towards despair And the sickness of the culture, and the sickness in our hearts Is a sickness that’s inflicted by this distance that we share Now, it was our bombs that started this war And now it rages far away So we dismiss all its victims as strangers But they’re parents and children made dogs by the danger Existence is futile, so we don’t engage But it was our boats that sailed, killed, stole, and made frail It was our boots that stamped It was our courts that jailed And it was our fuckin’ banks that got bailed It was us who turned bleakly away Looked back down at our nails and our wedding plans In the face of a full-force gale, we said “Well, it’s not up to us to make this place a better land It’s not up to us to make this place a better land.” Justice, justice, recompense, humility Trust is, trust is something we will never see Till love is unconditional The myth of the individual has left us disconnected, lost, and pitiful I’m out in the rain It’s a cold night in London And I’m screaming at my loved ones to wake up and love more I’m pleading with my loved ones to wake up and love moreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
