The Comet Is Coming, Kae Tempest - Blood of the Past lyrics

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 it's 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