So come on, one and all, and see the apathy. The reams of grey stencils that fill the tapestry. I look to all of you and see a different fucking species. Aspiration for a different destination to me. Across the Pennines, there's a thin blue line, a knife, and a mall. I would do something if it wasn't all so effortful. 'Cause I'm so high my brain can't even look at the fall. And when you've reached the top, there's nowhere else to go but-.