Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nubiyan Twist
Performer
NEONE the Wonderer
Performer
Tom Excell
Guitar
Aziza Jaye
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jessica Armstrong
Lyrics
Tom Excell
Composer
Nick Richards
Composer
Nathan Lawrence
Composer
Kweku Sackey
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Excell
Producer
Lyrics
(Oh!)
They say they love, they care for peace
They hide in the dark, they don't see (oh!)
They're chasing the plague, they can't sleep
Are you feeling the same? Pray for me
They say they love (say they love), they care for peace (they care for peace)
They hide in the dark, they don't see
They're chasing the plague (ah), they can't sleep
I know you're feeling the same
I know you're feeling it, I think we know who the villain is
Try fooling ourselves, we're not missing it
We know the tricks of a ventriloquist
Considering this isn't televised, the revolution isn't withering
So your opinions think I'm pinning it
You never know who could be listening
I got my criticism for ism and schisms that led to decisions that left in a deficit
Now we live in a suspicion and cynicism, we're not getting a benefit
And we see the innocence slipping, given the discipline of a hypocrite
We last more than we will admit, we dismiss what would still exist
They say they love, they care for peace
They hide in the dark, they don't see
They're chasing the plague, they can't sleep
Are you feeling the same? Pray for me
They say they love, they care for peace
They hide in the dark, they don't see (whoa)
They're chasing the plague, they can't sleep
Are you feeling the same?
Fool me once, learn a lesson, question a response
Fool 11 of me, the reoccurring enemy becomes what we don't want
Never the concern of, as if it's unheard of
Till the songbird turns to a weapon, and we're looking for a remedy
Must have slipped the memory, Kate Burke gains a melody
Crazed words of a truth seeker, forever fed up with the felonies
Need a recipe for whose keeper, they're never sentenced with a penalty
Burned away all of the elements, I tell them what is left isn't a legacy
They say the money's for a better function
But we're more abundant than they'll ever be
We pray the youth are able to discern the real from the fake
A fable can be fatal in the favor of your fate
May the truth be plain for you to see
If you're not awake, they'll tell you whatever it takes
The popular promise is vague, embrace the brain of the vacant
Enslave them with entertainment, there'll be no complaints of the containment
All in the name of engagement, from the ancients to the greats
To the future in our place, give them patience, give them faith
Give them approval, give them praise
I feel your presence when times are getting tough
I see a weapon dressed up as a dog
I feel your presence when times are getting tough
I see a weapon, weapon
Written by: Jessica Armstrong, Kweku Sackey, Nathan Lawrence, Nick Richards, Tom Excell