Fuel

Navigating Desolation: Catatonia's Poetic Reflection on a World Out of Fuel
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Lyrics

Go tell the captain

Expressing urgency, instructing to inform the captain.

There's no waters left

Highlighting a scarcity of resources, specifically water.

Indicating a challenging situation, no clear path forward.

I sailed them all for you

Personal sacrifice, having sailed all waters for someone else.

Go tell the engine room

Directing attention to the engine room, a critical area of control.

Stop stoking up the fire

Instructing to cease efforts to generate power or progress.

We're out of fuel

Announcing the depletion of fuel, a fundamental resource for movement.


Doom looms large on my horizon

Anticipating impending misfortune or difficulties.

Mountain toxic, river poison

Describing environmental hazards, toxic mountain, and poisoned river.

Fools get votes in a democracy

Critical view on democracy, suggesting foolish choices by voters.


We'll build new ring roads

Planning for infrastructure with no clear purpose or destination.

To go nowhere in particular

Emphasizing the aimlessness of new roads or paths.

Now you've passed your Highway Code

Acknowledging completion of basic driving knowledge.

And make new inroads

Creating paths for exploitation or extraction from the Earth.

Into plundering the Earth

Connecting the construction of roads to resource plundering.

For some more fuel

Stating the motive for new infrastructure is to obtain more fuel.


Doom looms large on my horizon

Reiterating a sense of impending doom or trouble.

Mountain toxic, river poison

Re-emphasizing environmental degradation with toxic elements.

Fools get votes in a democracy

Continuing skepticism about the democratic process.


Go ask the Government

Advising to inquire with the government, which was trusted through votes.

You voted in on trust

Raising a question about the whereabouts of the promised fuel.

Where is our fuel?

Expressing disappointment or frustration with the government's actions.


Doom looms large on my horizon

Repeating the sense of impending doom and environmental degradation.

Mountain toxic, river poison

Restating the dangers posed by a toxic mountain and poisoned river.

Fools get votes in a democracy

Reiterating skepticism about the democratic process.


Doom looms large on my horizon

Final repetition of the themes of impending doom and environmental harm.

Mountain toxic, river poison

Emphasizing the environmental dangers, toxic mountain, and poisoned river.

Fools get votes in a democracy

Concluding with skepticism about the wisdom of voters in a democracy.

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