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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joseph Langridge-Brown
Joseph Langridge-Brown
Electric Guitar
Conor Mason
Conor Mason
Vocals
Dominic Craik
Dominic Craik
Programming
Philip Blake
Philip Blake
Bass
James Price
James Price
Drums
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joseph Langridge-Brown
Joseph Langridge-Brown
Songwriter
Conor Mason
Conor Mason
Songwriter
Dominic Craik
Dominic Craik
Songwriter
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dominic Craik
Dominic Craik
Assistant Producer
Mike Crossey
Mike Crossey
Mixing Engineer
Stephen Sesso
Stephen Sesso
Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Oh, look at this place, what a waste, it's such a mess We skim through the horror to find some happiness But it's getting harder to get a little taste As we're getting more divided every day Oh, this feels like the end Yeah, it feels like the end We're addicted to the pain No, we can't look away Oh, this feels like the end Is this ever gonna end? 'Cause I can't look away No, I can't look away Can you believe what we are seeing? We devolve into inferior beings Right before your eyes, right before your eyes And I don't wanna see, wanna see What we've become What we've become Now we're getting numb To the numbers on the screen But there's still more upturned dinghies in the sea Oh, this feels like the end Yeah, it feels like the end We're addicted to the pain No, we can't look away Oh, this feels like the end Is this ever gonna end? 'Cause I can't look away Can you believe what we are seeing? (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) We devolve into inferior beings (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) Right before your eyes, right before your eyes (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) And I don't wanna see, wanna see What we've become There's a tension in the air Everyone can feel it (What we've become) Seven reported dead in the street, it permeates everything It's in our homes, our chlorinated chicken Seventeen reported dead We stare at whatever clickbait debate next goes viral Plastic opinions and drive-thru funerals, everything has a price And then you Your consent is manufactured and you are being sold Categorised and catalogued Passed on and processed for whatever scheme is next designed To keep us compartmentalised and at each other's goddamn throats Fifty-seven reported dead Where does it end? Is this it? At what point do we say no? We are people, surely we are better than this? Can you believe what we are seeing? We devolve into inferior beings (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) Right before your eyes, right your eyes (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) And I don't wanna see, wanna see What we've become (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) What we've become (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) What we've become (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?) What we've become (Can you feel it? Can you feel it?)
Writer(s): Michael Crossey, Joseph Langridge Brown, Conor Mason, Dominic Craik Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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