I’m sorry mate but I let you down,
I let myself down, now it’s all over town
Well, when I say town, I mean social media
in the Colosseum they are lining up to feed ya
To the lions, we’re all getting chewed by something, with a surplus of time and headful of nothing
Disappearing inside, only seek to hide, long walks, longer days all rolled into one
Study the clouds, watch the skies, check the position of the sun
It’ll disappear by 5.15, I’m out of my brain and it’s the end of the scene
You can count me in and count me out, it’s the end of the dream
You can count me in without a doubt
Wild swimming, cold water, now the sons and daughters
They got knocked up during lockdown, well there was nothing else to do
Should have kept your distance but there was nothing else to do
Now the new wild west frontier is coming into view
Weapons grade lies, industrial scale corruption, the next binary choice is civil war or revolution
It will be televised and it will be streamed,
it will be beamed in to your sub-conscious and inhabit all your dreams
it will push you to extremes, bursting all your seems
Destroying all your teams and stifling all your screams
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