Mordred - Skid lyrics

Sick of immortality, we've sharpened all the razors And the pets aren't going hungry 'cause they've never learned to feed themselves Robbed of all connection to the world of creature instinct We have no regard for anything that can't increase our comfort Living hand to mouth with no arms to defend ourselves from entropy Skidding to a halt upon a road that's paved with ulcers Breathing in the skin that covers everything in layers Like the silt in all the river beds, we're spilling past insolvency Go on, put the knife down You've been looking mighty grim, but there's no turning 'round Go on, take the map down Water takes us all away, and floats us till we drown Lacking in intensity, despite our best intentions Go from parody to role model in seven easy lessons Boredom is the k**er and we struggle to anticipate Just how we will be vilified by future generations Staring down the barrel that has leaked into the watershed Concerned about our future infiltration of the market So we look into the headlamp of the steam-engine of progress As it turns the virgin landscape into air-conditioned cinemas Go on, put the knife down I've been waiting 40 days to hit that higher ground Go on, put the map down You've been looking mighty grim, but there's no turning 'round [Solo] Go on, put the gun down Don't you know that we've been waiting so long to set a pattern for the higher ground What a goddamn waste of a pretty good hand The last of the race, now, the final land It was all that we built upon, ripped apart It... what we're drifting on No way out, no way you'll ever bring it down Though we floated round and round and round Hoping that we'd see something that'd bring it round No one, no, no, no one's gonna help us now Go on Pa** the gun round