by Enter Shikari

And what comes next
A chance to save ourselves

Imagine magma encrusted in rock
And on the surface of this world
All eyes are on the clock
All our empires, our philosophies
Our practiced faiths
Our revolutions
Our proud sciences
Are all but a flickering
One day in the lives of the stars

We can breathe in space
They just don’t want us to escape
We can breathe in space
They just don’t want us to escape

And what comes next
The constellations, yes, all 88 of them
A chance to save ourselves
Like the G8, they meet to procrastinate

Greetings,
We are an infant species
Crawling into our own premature decline
The north star is chairing the meeting
He knows we’re spoiled
And he’s snickering at our histories

We can breathe in space
They just don’t want us to escape
We can breathe in space
They just don’t want us to escape

The hollow proposals mean we’ll migrate
But they’ll bleed us dry
until the 11th hour
And when dawn breaks I’ll sit and stagnate
With this metric tonne on your shoulders

How do you cope,
We are an infant species
Crawling into our own premature decline
The north star is chairing the meeting
He knows we’re spoiled
And he’s snickering at our histories

Let’s prove the stars wrong
We’ve got to do this

I find it hard to believe that we are alone

Hardcore trance awesomeness!