Skid - Mordred

Sick of immortality, we’ve sharpened all the razors

And the pets aren’t going hungry 'cause they’ve never learned to feed themselves

Robbed of all connection to the world of creature instinct

We have no regard for anything that can’t increase our comfort

Living hand to mouth with no arms to defend ourselves from entropy

Skidding to a halt upon a road that’s paved with ulcers

Breathing in the skin that covers everything in layers

Like the silt in all the river beds, we’re spilling past insolvency

Go on, put the knife down

You’ve been looking mighty grim, but there’s no turning 'round

Go on, take the map down

Water takes us all away, and floats us till we drown

Lacking in intensity, despite our best intentions

Go from parody to role model in seven easy lessons

Boredom is the killer and we struggle to anticipate

Just how we will be vilified by future generations

Staring down the barrel that has leaked into the watershed

Concerned about our future infiltration of the market

So we look into the headlamp of the steam-engine of progress

As it turns the virgin landscape into air-conditioned cinemas

Go on, put the knife down

I’ve been waiting 40 days to hit that higher ground

Go on, put the map down

You’ve been looking mighty grim, but there’s no turning 'round

Go on, put the gun down

Don’t you know that we’ve been waiting so long to set a pattern for the higher

ground

What a goddamn waste of a pretty good hand

The last of the race, now, the final land

It was all that we built upon, ripped apart

It… what we’re drifting on

No way out, no way you’ll ever bring it down

Though we floated round and round and round

Hoping that we’d see something that’d bring it round

No one, no, no, no one’s gonna help us now

Go on

Pass the gun round