When I was young, would've papered over
All the cracks that have become
With knowing
Now it's half-done, feel born all over
In such torrid times are we
Don't pretend you can't hear me

And now I look up and I am older
It's gone as it had come
With knowing
All the people I have thrown - all the pasting over
In such torrid times were these
So many unspelt things

No more of this - won't take much more of this
I live in a sick country
We are led by donkeys and pig-feasting flunkies
Where it's all a grift for disaster capitalists

Our oars adrift are floating in their ocean we are drowning
We are polarised, divided then pulverised
Crushed with bugs and creatures
Served as vegan dinners
It's more or less whatever they say it is
Held on a knife edge between living and nightmares