[Chorus: Solo]

Stare at the ceiling fan

The planet keeps spinning

All the Gandhis, the Neros

The ones and the zeroes, the heroes and villains

And everywhere I look it seems like the bad guys are winning

And I got a bad feeling

That this shit is just the beginning

[Verse 1: Solo]

I’m hoping it’s true what they say

That everything’s not what it seems

'Cause sometimes it seems like the

Whole world is coming apart at the seams

Are we asleep? Lost in a dream

We sit in the dark and stare at the screen

But I’m anti-social man, I ain’t no Instagrammer

Good intentions and bad grammar

You can get at me on Twitter

But I ain’t here for the chitter chatter

I’m the former, they the latter

They just smile for the camera

Says a lot about the state of the game

That the biggest rapper in the world is an actor

We don’t wanna hear what matters

Please just drop another banger

Won’t somebody help?

'Cause I’m bout to have me a meltdown like a Fukushima reactor, yeah

[Chorus: Solo]

Stare at the ceiling fan

The planet keeps spinning

All the Gandhis, the Neros

The ones and the zeroes, the heroes and villains

And everywhere I look it seems like the bad guys are winning

And I got a bad feeling

That this shit is just the beginning

[Verse 2: Omar Musa]

Waging a war, aim from the fringe

Speaking my truth to the centre of power

Warming my hands, burning a bridge

Give me the anger I turn it up louder, see

I’m kicking the door off its hinges

I’m flipping with ninjas, aiming at princes’

Cultural cringes, up in their ivory towers

Gotta resist – with banners and fists

We shatter their myths

They’ll tell you I’m animalistic, I am a mis-

Fit like a glove when they tell you that I am the enemy

I am the one you should fear

I’m up in the sky, I’m out on the sea, I’m right at your door, I am already here – yeah

Since birth in a one horse town

Since a redhead stepped in the house

Opened up the gates, let loose all the hounds

Tryna breathe life in the voice that drowned

Us, them, guns, pens, watching the fan on the ceiling again

Revolution a second my pupils pinwheeling again

Turn into mandalas, made out of brilliant gems

Speak with the force of a million men

Pen dance like Bangarra

Sling slang where they hang martyrs

[Verse 3: Solo]

On the screen they seem so sombre

While they preach their divide and conquer

Fear your neighbour, fear the stranger, fear the other, they are monsters

They have not names for they are not human, nah they are just numbers

The lies we try to tell ourselves to justify the numbness

Better put your wall up, never let your guard down

They will eat your heart out, when we shut them borders

Fall in line and join the chorus

Saints living in squalor, villains sitting in office

The land of broken promise, the last days are upon us, yeah

I stare at the ceiling fan, I was sitting with God

I asked what he’s thinking, what go through his mind as he thicken the plot

But he didn’t reply, just puffed on a milligram

We sat there in silence as I wondered when he’s gon’ finish the job