Tunnel Vision

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

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

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

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

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 ******’ 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 more