It
It's not the same again
It's you I feel
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid
In this dark room we all sit around a record sleeve there
Drawing white slugs and it makes me feel better
When we talk but don't think about the dead
Underground I just bury my face into myself
Cos these words will make you turn on the world
Or stand by while we're running out of time
But outside they're planning deep actions in the streets
They're holding each other like mothers
Well you better hide if your moneyed
Hire security to guard your money
If you didn't know already about
About it
About it
About it
About it
Like Benn said do we carry on replaying this dream
Their deep pockets are bursting at the seams
With scorched postcards from their brothers in hell
Burn
But you were here too and you saw it all for yourself
How beautifully drawn pictures
Were shredded by the claws of beasts
Laughing at us spilling out our guts
For daring to ask questions of them
Why does evil keep winning this game
Are we idiots for playing all the same
Do we fight or do we lose
And act as if nothing is real
As real as Tom dying in the road
As if Tom isn't dying in the road
Outside the station in the cold
And he's only twenty years old
I just carried on with my week
Like I didn't know anything about
About it
About it
About it
About it
It's all in my head
About it
About it
Cos it's not the same again
It's deep this time
Let's dive right in
Dive into it
It's the warmest kind
It's the warmest kind
And I'm not afraid
It's you I feel
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid
I'm not afraid
In this dark room we all sit around a record sleeve there
Drawing white slugs and it makes me feel better
When we talk but don't think about the dead
Underground I just bury my face into myself
Cos these words will make you turn on the world
Or stand by while we're running out of time
But outside they're planning deep actions in the streets
They're holding each other like mothers
Well you better hide if your moneyed
Hire security to guard your money
If you didn't know already about
About it
About it
About it
About it
Like Benn said do we carry on replaying this dream
Their deep pockets are bursting at the seams
With scorched postcards from their brothers in hell
Burn
But you were here too and you saw it all for yourself
How beautifully drawn pictures
Were shredded by the claws of beasts
Laughing at us spilling out our guts
For daring to ask questions of them
Why does evil keep winning this game
Are we idiots for playing all the same
Do we fight or do we lose
And act as if nothing is real
As real as Tom dying in the road
As if Tom isn't dying in the road
Outside the station in the cold
And he's only twenty years old
I just carried on with my week
Like I didn't know anything about
About it
About it
About it
About it
It's all in my head
About it
About it
Cos it's not the same again
It's deep this time
Let's dive right in
Dive into it
It's the warmest kind
It's the warmest kind
And I'm not afraid
Credits
Writer(s): Raff Poole
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