This is the age of the sick first generation of defect
It's gonna come down before we reach for the reset
This is for the lost out trotting to protect
Is anybody looking for a purpose
We all kick our way through streets of grace
To find hope in a TV screen
But nobody has an answer for anything
And no one can seem to agree
And then the impulse said things don't look great
You know we can't break loose if we stay in place
Every earthquake starts with a little shake
And then we'll see who is standing in the wasteland
It's just a matter of opinion when it comes down to it
To tell the truth I never listen, just grit my teeth and split
It's just a matter of opinion when it comes down to it
But no one ever fucking listens
Yeah no one ever fucking listens
So you can take your damn opinion and fucking suck it
And then the impulse said things don't look great
You know we can't break loose if we stay in place
Every earthquake starts with a little shake
And then we'll see who is standing in the wasteland
And then the impulse said things don't look great
You know we can't break loose if we stay in place
Every earthquake starts with a little shake
And then we'll see who is standing in the wasteland
And then the impulse said things don't look great
You know we can't break loose if we stay in place
Every earthquake starts with a little shake
And then we'll see who is standing in the wasteland
Writer(s): Philip Thorpe Evans, Sebastian Barlow, Daniel Washington, Lloyd Roberts, Benedict Barlow
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