“It’s coming to pass My countries coming apart The whole thing’s becoming Such a bumbling farce Was that a pivotal historical moment We just went stumbling past? Here we are Dancing in the rumbling dark So come a little closer Give me something to grasp Give me your beautiful, crumbling heart Another disaster Catharsis Another half-discarded mirage Another mask slips I face off with the physical My head’s ringing from the love of the stars There is too much pretence here And too much depends on the fragile wages And extortionate rents here We’re working every dread day that is given us Feeling like the person people meet Really isn’t us Like we’re going to buckle underneath the trouble Like any minute now The struggle’s going to finish us And then we smile at all our friends”
— Kate Tempest
“Someone told me once That there’s a right and wrong, And that punishment Would come to those Who dare to cross the line. But it must not be true For jerk-offs like you. Maybe it takes longer to catch a total asshole. But I’m tired of waiting. Maybe it’s just bullshit and I should play God, And shoot you myself. Because I’m tired of waiting.”
