Passion

1. Passion

In the coloured corridors of circles and strange shapes
Existing just to juggle balls and dropping spinning plates
Passion burns up empathy and lets your ego rule
But somewhere deep inside a seed of doubt is pushing through
At night when all the world’s asleep a voice inside me calls and I…

Drop my balls

I got a raging doubt that something here is wrong
Maybe I should say something stand out and be strong
And if you try to justify they’ll throw you in the cellar with the others
Common sense and heroes are so laughably absent

Passion? Give me some empathy
Passion? Give me some empathy

I cannot recollect a single word you said
When people drown in ponds and drains
A bag over the head

And if you try to justify they’ll throw you in the cellar with the others
Common sense and heroes just a quaint reminder

Passion? Give me some empathy
Passion? Give me some empathy

No no not here not now
No no not here not now

I said who do you think you are?
I said who do you think you are?

I watched your crawl across the floor
Towards this ancient temple door
A tragedy most can’t resist
Your strange intoxication

2. Empathy

As God sits with His head in His hands, tapping His pen on the ashtray
’cause the humans just don’t get ugly

Back from the dead with your head in your hands
Banging your fists on the table like a monkey

In these words from Solomon’s hand, everything I know must pass
It’s the only way I can grow

Passion? Give me some empathy (don’t let me down)

You took the car to the highest viewing point
A place of outstanding natural beauty, where everything is plain to see

This intoxicating mixture of self loathing and ecstasy
I wish I could just be grateful, the more I live the less I know

It’s only spinning molecules, racing back and forth
So why does it feel so bad?
If this energy exists forever, everything you need to know you already know

’cause I’m signing on the dole, and I’m signing my life away
I just want you to know how this makes me feel today
I don’t care what you write or what you say about me
’cause I just wanna see some empathy
’cause most of us are too afraid to come out in the sunlight
And get shot down in flames for what we believe is right
This makes me shit scared and scarred
Like the fire in the sky is like the fire in your heart
And I don’t need to be ripping myself apart for you, for you
But the time has come to understand the depths of the soul
And it’s at your most broken you will understand
Like we do, like we do, for you for you for you for you

3. Feeding Frenzy

Can you firstly please let me introduce myself and apologise
I think this time I might have gone too far
I’ve been bending your ear for two thousand years
This is your revenge to the power of four

The blood in the water turns you on
I can see you shake

I want to see that ego taken down
Sometimes it’s not always about you
I want to see that ego taken down
It’s not always what you say it’s what you do
I crave the truth
I crave the youth

We are in control now

Social vampires sons of Cain
The blood in the water turns you on

I want to see that ego taken down
Sometimes it’s not always about you
I want to see that ego taken down
It’s not always what you say it’s what you do
I crave the truth
I crave the youth

Ritualistic hologram
Floating in the sky
You really bought into
This illusion

Lead me to your taker
Are you sons of Cain?
Lead me to your taker
And the blood suckers reign

Please let me make this
Perfectly clear
I’ve been lying for years
Please do let me apologise
The water is red the sharks
Are circling around
It’s such a shame you’ve
Gone so far off the rails

The water turns red
The water turns red
The water turns red

I’m really not sure
This is what Jesus had in mind

4. This Green And Pleasant Land

Our country is cobbled lanes of London town
The valleys of Wales the Devon tides
Built on hard won freedom honour and pride

So it’s crazy it seems
We’ve become helpless like babies again
Just waiting for someone or something
To bail us out at the slightest twinge of pain

My grandad Michael Barrett took shrapnel in the neck
Uncle Ken was a padre in Burma he returned a living wreck
Uncle John was a major and was stranded on the shoreline at Dunkirk

It’s beyond my comprehension this kind of sacrifice
So many gave themselves up
And in the end so many would fall
It’s not legal to say what I think anymore
Cos I don’t believe in sharia law
But I can honestly say we’ve pissed it up the wall

Can we please stop all this madness before it’s too late
No one takes responsibility and wants a free life on a plate
He can close the door switch off the light
Stick his head deep in the sand
The death throes of this green and pleasant land

Is this really where our passion goes?
Is this really where our energy flows?

I awoke on Christmas day
But Christmas is a word you can no longer say

Is this really where our passion goes?
Is this really where our energy flows?

The hospitals are just another business plan
Like justice and the law of the land
An old war hero dies of cold alone in his flat
While Brutish Gas and their shareholders are getting richer getting fat

Take only what you need and be on your way
Is this really where our passion goes?
Take only what you need and be on your way
Is this really where our energy flows?
Take only what you need and be on your way

Everybody hears but nobody listens
Empathy oh empathy
The robot people with robot answers
Invasion of the body snatchers is here finally
10:58 Wootton Bassett every Tuesday that plane goes right over my head
Cos I can’t get the drugs for cancer of the kidney my life is in the hands of
Something called Nice how nice

Is this really where our passion goes?
Take only what you need and be on your way
Is this really where our energy flows?
Take only what you need and be on your way

5. It’s Just A Matter Of Not Getting Caught

A drop of rain a sheet of ice,
You float through life, you’ve been her twice
No broken bones you’re on your own
You settle down and make a loving home
You run you’re hands through swaying corn,
You know you have to die to be reborn

Are you so beautiful tomorrow?

What goes around comes around,
All the clichés of the world and dumbing down
I know your mind I know your tricks,
Your verbal sound bytes you lying git
The puncture wound the heroin,
Unsettled bills the mortal sin

The trail of slime where you have been,
Did I say the right thing?
You rule by fear truth or dare,
The purest words you’ve no idea

Will you be so beautiful tomorrow?

No substitute for honest toil,
No antidote for idle hands
In seconds life can turn around,
Depends which way the coin will land

Someone somewhere surely
Must know what’s going on
The more I live the less I know,
Are you sure I said the right thing?

You run your hand through swaying corn,
You have to die to be reborn
You raise your eyes to heavens above,
You’ll have to come back here
’cause you didn’t give… love.

6. Skara Brae

Die to be reborn, I must turn this thing around turn this thing around
Die to be reborn, I must turn this thing around, I must turn this thing, I can’t find a way
This is the perfect life, the life that’s born from imperfection, I will embrace disappointment
Die to be, I must find a way, I must turn this thing around, I must turn this thing
To mend the life that’s torn
This is the perfect life, the life that’s born from imperfection, I will embrace
Between two headland points lies the bay of Skaill, escape from the mainland, here could tell some tales
Where the wind whips up the waves white horses see the brave, the orcas come here every year
This is the cradle of man, and seen many tears
Where the wind whips up the waves white horses see the brave
It is clear this is so, will this strange grief ever let me go?
Where the wind whips up the waves white horses see the brave

7. Your Black Heart

Under blackberry streams and waterfalls
Hide away in the ruins of your cowardly past
Doomed to walk the earth in solitude for eternity
This pain of your own making
But you want somebody else to hurt
It’s you who is to blame
And you who refused to see the pain you caused
And your ugliness, and the ugliness…
And beauty…

In your black heart you honour
Yourself like some kind of king
You talk of passion but no compassion
You’ve had so many chances
And now there are no more

I hated you with all my heart
But I knew the comforter would
Come and play his part
And I will have my vengeance

Run to the sea, build a house of shells and sand
Paint it pink live off the land
What is this melancholy of the sea?

I know it well it stays with me
This memory will always be a part of me

I tried so hard to protect him from you
But the law protected you
And now you are forever embedded in this song
And there’s nothing that you can do

The time will come to honour yourself no more
I really couldn’t say if god will give you a last chance
Through the backdoor
Like Maximus to Commodus I will be the one
To push the blade to your throat then my work is done
Why could you just not change?

Run to the sea, build a house of shells and sand
Paint it pink live off the land
What is this melancholy of the sea?

I know it well it stays with me
This memory will always be a part of me