Testo Pangea

Fragile and tense
I'm hopeless again
Cos all I see is wilful ignorance
Shut the gates, man the fence
Help create an ‘us' and ‘them'

Dig your heels into the ground
Twist the truth, Tie the noose Cast it out to sea or let them drown
Until the struggle comes around
Then complain you've been held down

Only pieces, never whole
Has it always been so cold?
Volition comes with the rising sun
Something must be done

We nurture an environment of depression and extremes
Compassion to cure the disease

Dehumanise, demonise like you wouldn't do the fucking same

Break the chains and fuel disorder. No division. No borders