And here’s me outside the palace of ME! Construct a self and psychosis

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

 

Kate Tempest - Tunnel Vision

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