paroles de chanson All Humans Too Late - Kate Tempest

But what's to be done
When the only way to defend ourselves
From what we've created
Is to merge with it?

What can be done to stay human?

The racist is drunk on the train
The racist is drunk on the internet
The racist is drunk at my dinner table
Shouting his gun shots and killing us all

They still live
Those kind and their dead are still living

And yes the anger is rising
The fury
The which side are you on?
The when will the guilty be called to account?
And what can we know of affection?

I walk in these grave-yard days
And I watch how the pixels proclaim
What they sell to be health food

And we're dead

All of me knows it

We should be preparing ourselves

We should be meeting the stages of death in our dreams
Noticing all that we sense in a fond way
Aware that the ears and the taste
Buds won't work when the soul goes out

We should be down on our knees in the dirt
Dizzy in rocks
On coastlines
Shivering

We should be fasting two days out of seven
Sleeping in shifts with the others who share our households
To make sure that at all times someone is up with the candle

Instead

We are online
Venting our Outrage
Teaching the future that life is performance and vanity

Post a quick death threat
Drunk every evening
Sick from the radiated meat

Sucking on pork ribs
And summoning pornography
So that we can come when we fuck

Our partners don't know us
Our families are strangers
Our friends make us nervous

There is a well in the pit of the city that we dance around
Sucking and slime-banked

Whatsapp group chat
Beers in the sunshine

Behind the noise you can feel it
The heat from this well

Our minds are racing into the dead
We hurl everything against the stop
Of the blank hand that muffles the mouth
But we can't win

I see how blind I've been said all prophets, too late
All humans
Too late