I'm no longer preaching to the converted
That congregation has long ago deserted
All we discovered was even more despair
But we learned how to cope, we learned how not to care
And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting, always disguising
Was there ever another place?
Did we ever really exist?
All we make is entertainment
A sad indictment of what we're good at
We're all part of the grand delusion
We made so much and we let it all crumble
To safeguard our "rights", to make us "more human"
Oh, this country is but an empty shell
A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell
And the sun will still keep rising
Always deflecting, always disguising
Was there ever another place?
Did we ever really exist?
All we make is entertainment
It's so damn easy, and inescapable
We're so postmodern, we're so post-everything
All we make is entertainment
An end to hope and civilisation
A simple way to seek perfection
The insides of our nation are being exposed
It only confirms what we already know
Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives
It's breaking up our bones, and breaking up our minds
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