Lyrics: Quinn Oulton
Music: Quinn Oulton
Is it me, or is the air a little thicker than it used to be?
Is it me or do the days grow longer later on
After winter where’s the sun when you need it please?
Does the crunch of the leaves under foot
Sound a little like the white noise angry chatter that I read
Hear the Geiger counter tick a little louder ’til it hits that certain frequency
The one that helps me sleep
Let me sleep, but only catch a couple hours
’Til the switch flicks, eyes fresh, what to do? Read the news
And in the morning it’s the same, swipe, refresh
Raise my heart rate, fear the worst do it anyway
Yeah, it’s a cynics game
(And I swear it’s rigged against us anyway)
I tell myself I want peace
But that’s a world no one’s ever seen
Feeling fear is my release
I’m addicted to catastrophe
There’s someone lurking at the back who knows what’s best for you
Of course they do
They say “Go feel the sun upon your skin, read a book or two
Watch the roses bloom”
Think to myself ‘What a wonderful, magical, fantastical distraction bound to harness no reaction
Whilst the harshest fighting factions rip apart the very fabric of the truth’
I tell myself I want peace
But that’s a world no one’s ever seen
Feeling fear is my release
I’m addicted to catastrophe
(I tell myself I want peace
But that’s a world no one’s ever seen
Feeling fear is my release
I’m addicted to catastrophe
I’m addicted to catastrophe)