Someone’s calling us
We can’t hear
Same old story
Just a different year
The sun zoomed in
We’re feeling the heat
We live by the rivers
While the sea gets high and deep
No wars no battles on the streets
Red Tops make us zombies
Dumbed down on mobies
From your head to your feet
They’ll give you what
You think you want
Not too much to keep
From Cambridge to Eton mess
They lead you all like sheep
The loudest shout can’t be heard
Our souls are left to sleep
To break away to see the truth
Is always out of reach
To stay inside and hide your eyes
It’s easy not to speak
It’s easy not to speak
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