Concept
There are holes in the sky
And through them fall
Great chunks of galvanized flesh
It's nauseating, this feeling
There are holes in the walls
And through them crawl
Great rodents
I can feel them on the back of my neck
And last night I dreamt that the highstreet was a promenade
We were outnumbered
All the buildings a peach colour
And people move
Seamlessly through
This cavity
That we call our home
When I've been bastardised by my еntire family
When I've been shunnеd and extradited I'll be so excited
What a waste of all this space
The endless lines of grey
I can't see it and I can't say
That on this night I tried to get down to the highstreet
But the crowds were outrageous
We got stuck there for ages
And I can't see through
You're sat in your room
In this cavity
That we call home
Cavernous minds too cheap to chase a thrill
And on their exit dispute over the bill
Iconic ballrooms masquerade as bathroom stalls
Why can't I have it all?
If this entire world is fabricated
Maybe it was I who made it
And when you leave my presence
Do you even exist?
And through them fall
Great chunks of galvanized flesh
It's nauseating, this feeling
There are holes in the walls
And through them crawl
Great rodents
I can feel them on the back of my neck
And last night I dreamt that the highstreet was a promenade
We were outnumbered
All the buildings a peach colour
And people move
Seamlessly through
This cavity
That we call our home
When I've been bastardised by my еntire family
When I've been shunnеd and extradited I'll be so excited
What a waste of all this space
The endless lines of grey
I can't see it and I can't say
That on this night I tried to get down to the highstreet
But the crowds were outrageous
We got stuck there for ages
And I can't see through
You're sat in your room
In this cavity
That we call home
Cavernous minds too cheap to chase a thrill
And on their exit dispute over the bill
Iconic ballrooms masquerade as bathroom stalls
Why can't I have it all?
If this entire world is fabricated
Maybe it was I who made it
And when you leave my presence
Do you even exist?
Credits
Writer(s): Sam Peter Robinson, Isaac Turner, James Kay, George Townend, Benjamin Davies Morgan
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