Mesmerising Water Beckoning me in Blood red ocean bed In the corner of my vision Black bile ocean Mocking of my frailty The drone of crashing waves Like tinnitus it haunts me Fragile Island Under threat of the rising tide Tide rises, tide falls A voice on the wind preaches doom Cling to the land The stable and familiar But it's vast and inconceivable The sand slips through my fingers Into the depths Swallowed by the swell Weighed down by unspoken words The fear, the panic and the guilt The secrets hurt But so does the naked truth I could call out for help but fear The swell will claim you too Blood on the rocks Shipwrecks on the reef Bones amongst the dying coral In this unquiet graveyard Unhearing deity Indifferent to our existence Under the weight of Leviathan I long for the surface

It should have been a clear summers day But the fog came in a took it all away Murky weather spreading like a plague The rare thoughts that occur to me are vague I can't think straight through this splitting headache The day passes by, I never truely wake Just sit here in a stupor, never stir Focus on nothing, everything's a blur I have nothing to offer, I came here with empty hands In the corner of my vision I see an hourglass trickling sand But I just sit here expectant with my empty withered hands A wayfaring stranger with no faith in a promised land These motorways are wrapping around my brain I can't remember where I am again My canteen has run dry, I have no motivation No compass, no destination Just go where the gale blows this frail body In circles with the dust spinning around me End up with the dead leaves rotting in the gutter The smell of decay with every word I utter I have nothing to offer, I came here with empty hands In the corner of my vision I see an hourglass trickling sand But I just sit here expectant with my empty withered hands A wayfaring stranger with no faith in a promised land

Mourning the loss of a world we've never known Once there lived dragons, where there are none now Dwarf and remnant fauna in a state of extreme depletion As its size and abundance decline, so to do our expectations Our memories have been wiped as clean as the land These barren treeless wastelands perceived as wilderness The aftermath of disaster perceived as nature Where once there was forest, only sheep, grouse and heather Shifting baseline syndrome Merrie England doesn't exist We're just mourning the loss of our childhoods, an idyll and a myth Nothing left untainted by invasive industrial hands A landscape distorted, no green and pleasant land Born into a land of open festering wounds That we cannot see, because it's all we know The wounds stay open and get infected in the name of conservation A complex living system, beaten into submission The balance is upset, keystone species gone The smog spreads far and wide, monoculture and ecoside The plants devoid of insects, a sky devoid of birds A land that has been stripped of diversity and life Shifting baseline syndrome Merrie England doesn't exist We're just mourning the loss of our childhoods, an idyll and a myth Nothing left untainted by invasive industrial hands A landscape distorted, no green and pleasant land

House built of torture and the labour of slaves The legacy of tyrants, a monument to their cruel ways They built their throne room upstairs, declared themselves as gods Schemed to herd everyone into the house so they could feast upon their blood Cast a hex to steal the life from everything around Pervert it into a pestilence that'll spread across the world We desperately scrambled into the house for its perceived shelter They put as all to work and they chained us to the altar A curse upon this house, a curse upon this house Its foundations are rotten one day it will all fall down Monsters spit obscenities in our ears as we sleep Resulting in delusions that we wake up to believe Summoning up scapegoats so we fight for a meagre crust Enclosures mental and physical to create detatchment and distrust Erasing diverse history with twisted mythology An ideology of progress, accumulation and supremacy A refusal to believe the house we built turned out so wrong In the name of progress keep marching into oblivion A curse upon this house, a curse upon this house Its foundations are rotten one day it will all fall down The house is collapsing, the floor is caving in The boards all warped and rotten, just like the inhabitants within But we can build our houses better than this, homes in which are fit to live Where the walls aren't stained with blood and the floors aren't flooded with piss All empires crumble, all civilisations fall, this knowledge the only comfort in a house so bleak and cruel All empires crumble, all civilisations fall, this knowledge the only comfort in a house so bleak and cruel A curse upon this house, a curse upon this house Its foundations are rotten one day it will all fall down

This path feels wrong to me I try to find another way I stagger through the trees All the weeds and wildflowers Deep inside the darkwoods Foolish and naive Stumbling through the dark Amatuer navigating The way is cursed with thorns Reaching up and scratching At my body like the tendrils Of some ancient entity The thorns they snag and tear Try to drain the life from me And all that I hold dear Is tangled up in this snare Weary and worn Find a glade in which to rest Lay down my aching bones Let the dreams infest my head Dreaming of pastures new Where I am content to remain Where the soil it is fertile Let my roots grow deep and strong But I wake up to the darkwoods Shaking from the cold and fear Pull myself up and keep moving There's only poison soil here