1. THE APPEAL & THE MINDSWEEP I

This is an appeal
To the struggling and striving stakeholders of this planet
This floating rock we call Earth

Alas, that means you
That means everyone of your acquaintance
Every figure your eyes skim past in the street
Every charlatan still to defeat
Every tender face you find solace in
Now mimic the mindset William Wallace was in

Dismount, disembark, descend from your existence
Slacken your angst and decant your hate
Cause in the long run they're about as useful
As pouring acid onto your dinner plate

To muzzled masses that lead lives of deafening desperation
With Excalibur aloft King Arthur earned the throne
But it's our minds we got to wrench out of stone

Don't be fooled by it's simplicity
There was never a broadcast made of such urgency
Cause at no time before us
Did we grasp the scope of this emergency

Ladle out love and logic by the boatload
Equipped with that cargo you can take any road
Now grab life, seize time
This fight is for human kind

I am a Mindsweeper
Focus on me
I am a Mindsweeper
Focus on me

I will read your mind

I dart through rapids; through streams of thought
Then suddenly I started losing my mind
Catapulting through the uncharted
I could no longer tell if these were your thoughts or mine

And it was if I held a mirror up to my soul
(Held a mirror up to my soul)
It was if I held a mirror up to my soul

Who was the author?
And who was the observer?
(Who was the author?
And who was the observer?)
For at the last analysis our thoughts coalesced

You are not alone
You are not alone

You have entered volatile territory
You have started a journey, you're part of the story
And this, this was just a glimpse
Just a glimpse

You've no idea what you've got yourself into
You've no idea what you've got yourself into

I am a Mindsweeper
Focus on me
I am a Mindsweeper
Focus on me

On me


2. THE ONE TRUE COLOUR

As one child is taught red on his mother's knee (The one true colour)
A neighbour is taught blue on his mother's knee (The one true colour)
With a fervour inherited (It will be subsequently delivered)
Ignore the spectrum

Dear whom it may concern
I feel as though I'm about to crash and burn
I think I'm falling and there's no return
But I've no idea to whom this may concern
I'm looking out at all the stars and I learn
There's no one up above to hear me yearn
I'm on my own

In the arena of the endless unknown (Do not stage theatre)
Do not stage theatre and call it truth (And call it truth)
And when one child is taught red on his mother's knee
It must be subsequently delivered
With all of the spectrum

Dear whom it may concern
I feel as though I'm about to crash and burn
I think I'm falling and there's no return
But I've no idea to whom this may concern
I'm looking out at all the stars and I learn
There's no one up above to hear me yearn
I'm on my own

Someone has whipped the carpet from beneath my feet
Someone upturned the furniture in my mind

But oh how rich the soil
How wondrous the upheaval
It's time to embark

But oh how rich the soil
How wondrous the upheaval
It's time to embark

To dissect is to broaden the adventure (But oh how rich the soil)
And enrich one's tenure (How wondrous the upheaval)
So do not blunt the surgeon's knife (It's time to embark)

To dissect is to broaden the adventure (But oh how rich the soil)
And enrich one's tenure (How wondrous the upheaval)
So do not blunt the surgeon's knife (It's time to embark)

But oh how rich the soil
How wondrous the upheaval
It's time to embark

But oh how rich the soil
How wondrous the upheaval
It's time to embark

Oh there's so much to explore; there's so much to absorb
And then the atoms that you borrowed
They are returned to the cosmos

There's so much to explore; there's so much to absorb
And then the atoms that you borrowed
They are returned when you're...


3. ANAESTHETIST

Doctor, fetch the Anaesthetist
Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe in this
Fetch the Anaesthetist
Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe

You fucking spanner
Just a cog in the industrial complex
You shed the blood for the conflicted
You parasite
You're playing god and you don't care who it affects
You suck the blood of the afflicted
You suck the blood of the afflicted

Illness is not an indulgence which you should pay for
Nor is it a crime for which you should be punished
For this conviction I would endanger my health

"Shut it (oi!), just consume, crave riches and lust for fame"
No you won't see us participating in that game
Keep your twisted take on success
'Cos all I really want is what's beating in your chest

Doctor, fetch the Anaesthetist
Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe in this
Fetch the Anaesthetist
Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe

We drink to your health
But just to inform, this round's on you
And every day you roll the dice
We drink to your health
We capitalise on your condition
Bad luck? You pay the price
Bad luck? You pay the price

Fetch the Anaesthetist
Fetch the Anaesthetist, I want to go under the knife, I believe in this

You sold us short
You will not profit off our health - step the fuck back


4. THE LAST GARRISON

Can you hear the war-cry?

The adrenaline bursts through the riverbanks
Welcome to the skirmish
(I can’t feel my legs)
Give me morphine
Give me morphine
Give me more!

No doubt
This is a tragedy for all
(But it ain't over yet)
Head's up and thank fuck you're still alive!

There’s still air in my lungs
Still blood in my veins
(We’re part of the last garrison)
Still Alive
There’s still air in my lungs
Still blood in my veins
(We’re part of the last garrison)

I wanna lie here and soak up the sun
But do not alight here, you cannot outrun
“This could be the end” he said, “the end my child”
So I made good use of my face and I smiled

Can you hear the war-cry?

The epinephrine plows through the barriers
Welcome to the skirmish
(I can’t feel my arms!)
Give me opium
Give me opium
Give me help!

No doubt
This is a tragedy for all
(But it ain't over yet)
Head's up and thank fuck you're still alive!

There’s still air in my lungs
Still blood in my veins
(We’re part of the last garrison)
Still Alive
There’s still air in my lungs
Still blood in my veins
(We’re part of the last garrison)

I wanna lie here and soak up the sun
But do not alight here, you cannot outrun
“This could be the end” he said, “the end my child”
So I made good use of my face and I smiled

Let’s toast to the fact we got this far [x2]

The adrenaline bursts through the riverbanks
(Welcome to the skirmish)
The epinephrine plows through the barriers
(Welcome to the skirmish) [x2]

Head's up and thank fuck you're still alive!

There’s still air in my lungs
Still blood in my veins
(We’re part of the last garrison)
Still Alive
There’s still air in my lungs
Still blood in my veins
We’re part of the last garrison

Yeah, you're still alive!


5. NEVER LET GO OF THE MICROSCOPE

Like Socrates I only graze on the slopes
Of the summit of my own ignorance
Like Hippocrates I can affirm that the method of science
Is an appliance that emancipates us from dogma
And slant
And bias (The seasons are changing)
(Ah, the seasons are changing)

The velocities at which we now evolve
Mean we got to dissolve unchecked tradition
But atrocities go untouched under the guise of culture
Committed on another mind another heartbeat
Heartbeat
Heartbeat (The seasons are changing)
(Ah, the seasons are changing)

I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling

Like Sophocles we now wield the paintbrush
So keep a tight grip on a magnifying glass
Our priorities now that we hold the torch
Mean we got to hold it high to illuminate the dark
And archaic
And vile (The seasons are changing)
(Ah, the seasons are changing)

I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling

I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling

I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling
I've got a sinking feeling

We swear allegiance to no one
We swear allegiance to no one

We’ll never let go of the microscope
No matter how callous the shells

We’ll harness the heat of the sun
And we’ll burn you out of fucking existence


6. MYOPIA

Drip drip drop - bit by bit - it's the dulcet sound of the glacial melt
Accompanied by the Beluga, singing about the hand they've been dealt
The Emperor and the Arctic Fox listen intently...

"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life"
He says, meaning misfortune
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life"
"Yes, they're lost in myopia"
"Yes, they're lost in myopia"

Surrounded by ostriches with mouths full of sand
Their teeth grind the grains, but their faces don't contort
Perplexed, I am unable to breathe in their skin
We are all vertebrates, but where is their backbone now?

"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life"
He says, meaning misfortune
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life"
He says, meaning misfortune

As the Emperor watches his numbers plummet
They hear him scream:

"They're living in denial of science
They're happy to defile, silence"
Yeah, "They're living in denial of science
They're happy to defile, silence"

"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life"
He says, meaning misfortune

Deprived is the polar bear, grasping at straws
To safeguard dividends they depend on disbelief
Perplexed I am unable to breathe in their skin
We are all vertebrates but where is their backbone now?

"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life"
He says, meaning misfortune
"I'm beginning to get glimpses of what is called real life"
He says, meaning misfortune

As the Emperor watches his numbers plummet
They hear him scream:

"They're living in denial of science
They're happy to defile, silence"
Yeah, "They're living in denial of science
They're happy to defile, silence"


7. TORN APART

A naked eye conspires with fear
To form an idea
So destructive and insincere

Reared in the mind
But outside you'll find
That nature does not align

You see
There's more variation, more variation
There's more within population
Variation, more variation
Than between populations

Ah for too many years
A myth perseveres
The scars are the souvenirs

Defined by your skin
Forget we share kin
We're torn apart

It feels as though we're sinking
I don't know how we'll get to shore again
Sinking, we'll surface through the waves
Sinking, I don't know how we'll get to shore again
Sinking, we'll surface through the waves

You see
There's more variation, more variation
There's more within population
Variation, more variation
Than between population

Look back to the past
We hail from one caste
The division will not last

Defined by your skin
Forget we share kin
We're torn apart

It feels as though we're sinking
I don't know how we'll get to shore again
Sinking, we'll surface through the waves
Sinking, I don't know how we'll get to shore again
Sinking, we'll surface through the waves

Sinking, I don't know how we'll get to shore again
Sinking, we'll surface through the waves

Sinking, I don't know how we'll get to shore again
Sinking, we'll surface through the waves

Sinking, I don't know how we'll get to shore again
Sinking, we'll surface through the waves

Sinking, I don't know how we'll get to shore again
Sinking, we'll surface through the waves


8. INTERLUDE

(Instrumental)


9. THE BANK OF ENGLAND

I refuse to notice the wind or the rain
To teach me of nature would be done in vain
I ignore all:
I just contain

Predicated on a great disconnect
I don't react and I do not reflect
I ignore all:
I just retain

The invisible hand no longer guides, it chokes
The invisible hand no longer guides

They blew up the bank of England
The paper burnt for days
They blew up the bank of England

In the end we all employ sabotage
No room for ethics now, greed is in charge
I ignore all:
I just constrain

How many barrels are left in the field?
I only care for the coins that you yield
I ignore all:
I just obtain

The invisible hand no longer guides, it chokes
The invisible hand no longer guides

They blew up the bank of England
The paper burnt for days
They blew up the bank of England

They blew up the bank of England
The paper burnt for days
They blew up the bank of England

The paper burnt for days
The paper burnt for days

The paper burnt for days
The paper burnt for days
The paper burnt for days
The paper burnt for days


10. THERE'S A PRICE ON YOUR HEAD

I am upper class
I - I am upper class
Upper middle lower class

I am lower class
I - I am lower class
Lower upper middle class

I am upper middle class; I am living in the past

Yeah! There's a price on your head
Unknown to you
There's a price on your
Unknown to you
There's a price on your head
There's a price on your head
Unknown to you
There's a price on your
Unknown to you
There's a price on your (head, head, head, head)

I am lower class
I - I am lower class
Upper middle lower class

I am upper class
I - I am upper class
Lower upper middle class

I am lower class
I - I am lower class
Upper middle lower class

I am upper lower class; I am living in the past

Yeah! There's a price on your head
Unknown to you
There's a price on your
Unknown to you
There's a price on your head
There's a price on your head
Unknown to you
There's a price on your
Unknown to you
There's a price on your (head, head, head, head)

(Get over it!)

There's a fucking price on your head

"We must have structure Mr Reynolds"

Born scarred, let us heal


11. DEAR FUTURE HISTORIANS...

I never walked on the moon
I never saw the pyramids
I was never struck by famine or fortune

I'll never experience the world you inhabit
I'll never experience the world you inhabit

I never swam with dolphins
I never sang from a mountain top
I was no inventor and no archaeologist

I fret not, I fret not
For I've made my own discovery
I fret not, I fret not
For I've made my own discovery
I fret not, I fret not, I fret not
I fret not, I fret not, I fret not
Just put your weight on my shoulders

For when I dive into your iris
My brain erupts
Into biochemical mayhem
And I feel like a man with two hearts, with two hearts

I fret not, I fret not
For I've made my own discovery
I fret not, I fret not
For I've made my own discovery
I fret not, I fret not, I fret not
I fret not, I fret not, I fret not
Just put your weight on my shoulders

Put your weight on my shoulders (x6)
(So put your weight on my shoulders)


12. THE APPEAL & THE MINDSWEEP II

Eugh!

I am a Mindsweeper
Focus on me
I am a Mindsweeper
Focus on me

I will read your mind

It goes on and on

It goes on through volatile territory
Through the plains of adversity and the ravines of neurosis
Through the veins of gods and the valley of death

But remember, but remember, you are not alone
And we dance like knights

Here come the cavalry
Here come the cavalry
Oh am I glad to see your face

Sorry you’re not a winner
With the air so cold and a mind so bitter
Take it away, boys!

I'm in the mood
I'm in the mood

The same blood gushes through my veins
Feel it surge
Feel it surge
Sweep through the jet streams
Down axons
And across synapses

Mutato nomine, de te fabula narratur
Mutato nomine, de te fabula narratur
[Latin: "Just change the name, the tale is told about you"]


13. SLIPSHOD

"Oi fucks, let's eat 'ere, it looks niiice"

Get me the manager
"Oh dear, what seems to be the problem sir?"

First of all I was greeted with a grimace
Service with a sneer
He don’t want to be here

Second of all I was seated by the window
and the draft was a serious inconvenience

There was lipstick on my glass and it wasn’t mine
We put our order in - I can’t believe the time
This is a shambles, your cook is a heathen
Your carpet is ugly and your veg ain’t in season

My impatience spread like gravy on a tablecloth
And your head looks like it was carved out of a nut

Rory C, well, tell ‘em…
I was waiting in line for 10 whole minutes
This is unacceptable - you’re pushing me to my limits!

"Please don’t raise your voice in here sir
This is a respected establishment,
I’m sure we can sort this out quietly no?"

Oh really? Well that’s a great vase you got there,
It’d be a real shame if something happened to it…

Slipshod, kick it.
Cunt.