I'm no longer preaching to the converted. That congregation has long ago deserted. All we discovered was even more despair. But we learned how to cope we learned how not to care. And the sun will still keep rising. Always deflecting always disguising. Was there ever another place. Did we ever really exist. All we make is entertainment. A sad indictment of what we are good at. We're all part of the grand delusion. We made so much we let it all crumble. To safeguard our rights to make us more "human". Oh this country is but an empty shell. A clearing house for heaven a clearing house for hell. And the sun will still keep rising. Always deflecting always disguising. Was there ever another place. Did we ever really exist. All we make is entertainment. It's so damn easy and inescapable. We're so post-modern and so post-everything. All we make is entertainment. An end to hope and civilisation. A simple way to seek perfection. The insides of our nation have been exposed. It only confirms what we already know. Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives. It's breaking up our bones it's breaking up our minds