Blood Of The Past - The Comet is Coming, Kae Tempest

All the many corpses begin to speak

What ignorance is cannot be argued over anymore

It is too late for pleading white picket dreams

Print you off, the shemps, the world is shrinking

Rooted in a trivial concern, in interconnectedness

In the need to make face and keep up

And drown out the many voices within

Imagine a culture that has, at its root

A more soulful connection to land and to loved ones

But I can hear the lie before you speak

There is nothing but progress to eat

And we are so fat and so hungry

And the black wrists are cuffed in the pig van

While the white shirt and tie in the tube car, distractional picture

Pictures of beer and guilt about urges

Sexual distrust and abandoned to nothingness

Give me something I can nail myself to

Give me a sharply-dressed talking head

Who has something about them I trust and despise

And what of it, anyway?

These windows don't open

They were designed to stay closed

Shower, smoothie, coffee, commute

Check the internet, never stop, never stop

There is a scar on the soul of the world and it needs you to look

The blood of the past is here, it remains

The blood of the murders, the bodies like sacks leaking brain

All stacked, chest aback on the planes, it remains

To acknowledge without guilt, to accept without condition

And to listen when other people tell you how you have behaved

Truth is, it's for us to feel and be moved

But I hear the clatter of bone against steel, it is coming

It will not be stilled, it is there

In the air, scorched white

The reflection of sunlight on glass bouncing back into sunlight

And glass bouncing back, industrialized

Denial, business as usual

So roll your eyes, shake your head, turn away and call me names

I'm okay with that, too proud

Unable to listen, we keep speaking

Moted by blood, unable to notice ourselves

Unable to stop and unwilling to learn