indigenous apocalypse decimated forest the winter of our discontents upon us desolate apostles left with strongbow at the crossroads we are nothing but an eating mouth oesophagus colossal we wont stop until weve beaten down the planet into pellets before the interstellar mission to inflict more terror its killing me its killing me its filling me im vomiting its 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 were engaged when were pacified staring at the screen so we dont have to see the planet die what we gonna do to wake up we sleep so deep it dont matter how they shake us if we cant face it we cant escape it but tonight the storms come shes screaming shes screaming the drones turned her beautiful boy into a pile of bones no body to bury nobody is home running from war the boats full the boats 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 thered be uproar but shes collateral damage it doesnt matter now if our kids are fine thats enough for us you cant love into a vacuum theres got to be a limit welcome to the biggest crime thats ever been committed you think you and i are different kinds youre caught up in specifics you and i apart are easier to limit the illusions so complete its impossible to bring it into focus cinematic stock footage you think people are locusts uniform men keep unleashing explosives  what we gonna do to wake up we sleep so deep it dont matter how they shake us if we cant face it we cant escape it but tonight the storms come tunnel vision tunnel vision work drinks heartbreak you cant face the past the pasts a dark place cant sleep cant wake sitting in our boxes notching up our victories as other peoples losses another day another chance to turn your face away from pain lets get a takeaway and meet me in the pub a little later well say the same things as ever lifes 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 were just sparks tiny parts of a bigger constellation were miniscule molecules that make up one body you see the tragedy and pain of a person that youve 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 thats 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 theyre parents and children made dogs by the danger existence is futile so we dont 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 its not up to us to make this place a better land its 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 im out in the rain its a cold night in london and im screaming at my loved ones to wake up and love more im pleading with my loved ones to wake up and love more1