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