From the recording Requiem for the Hyperreal
Lyrics
In these walls a paradise
At least that’s what we’re told
Aren’t you glad you were born right?
And so we all echo
Sell the chains to the slaves and see
How they put themselves in cages of fear
Milk and honey all they need
We know the value of a life
The key is the postcode
See an object of desire
Pull it down and drag it home
Third-world violence scrolling down our screens
Show us prisons, show us atrocities
Proof enough that we are free
Heart of ice, inside you, inside me
Can’t survive, without you, the empty
Tell me a lie, something comforting
Say it softly, sing it like a requiem
Milk and honey all I need
Post-apartheid got me sitting pretty
World’s on fire but not anywhere near me
Proof enough that I am free
Milk and honey all we need
Proof enough that we are free