Description
Engineer, Mixer, Producer: Joshua Burnside
Mastering Engineer: Joel Harkin
Composer: Joshua Burnside
Lyrics and translation
Original
I am all of your greatest nightmares come true Everything wrong with the world And everything wrong with you
I am the oil spill The drone strike on the hospital The ugly truth and the bitter pill It's not gonna be okay
I am the tumor in your lung I am the tooth that bites the tongue I am the hip that needs replaced And the heaving bells that you've missed I am the hard right and dog whistle politics I am the deal in the backroom And the grin on the billionaire's face
I am the envy of your peers' successes I am your fears and insecurities I am the reason you're stuck in a rut
I am your marriage dying Cups and saucers flying I am the legal fees The documents and a pen to sign 'em
I am the hush money The dark web and the laundered money I am your bank's blood money In the offshore accounts
I am your search history Big data and the algorithm I am the hidden hand, the company man And the empty heart within him
I am the distracted Subdued consumerist masses I am a mountain of cheap plastic crap Made in a prison camp
I am the ocean rising Mothers and their babies crying I am the hole in the dinghy And the dark clouds brewing on the horizon
English translation
I am all of your greatest nightmares come true Everything wrong with the world And everything wrong with you
I am the oil spill The drone strike on the hospital The ugly truth and the bitter pill It's not gonna be okay
I am the tumor in your lung I am the tooth that bites the tongue I am the hip that needs replaced And the heaving bells that you've missed I am the hard right and dog whistle politics I am the deal in the backroom And the grin on the billionaire's face
I am the envy of your peers' successes I am your fears and insecurities I am the reason you're stuck in a rut
I am your marriage dying Cups and saucers flying I am the legal fees The documents and a pen to sign 'em
I am the hush money The dark web and the laundered money I am your bank's blood money In the offshore accounts
I am your search history Big data and the algorithm I am the hidden hand, the company man And the empty heart within him
I am the distracted Subdued consumerist masses I am a mountain of cheap plastic crap Made in a prison camp
I am the ocean rising Mothers and their babies crying I am the hole in the dinghy And the dark clouds brewing on the horizon