Cactus Spine Video (MV)

More they supply
More we demand
Speed of the eye
Deceives the hand
You're certain that the medicine has eased the pain
Yet you haven't even taken off the Cellophane

When the machine stops
Everybody panics
No-one understands the mechanics
How can life without it be that tough
We didn't even know that we needed the stuff

We've forgotten how to listen
We've forgotten how look
We know the information's missing
Nothing's written in the book
There's something rotten in the kitchen
And it isn't just the cook
It's just we don't know who to listen to
We don't know where to look

There's a feeling I can't define
Like a cactus pressed into my spine
There's something going on that we can't see
And I doubt it's for the benefit of you or me

They gain our trust
They sow the seed
On coded channels
We can't receive
All our decisions predicted and assumed
Without us even realising we've been groomed

We've forgotten how to listen
We've forgotten how look
We know the information's missing
Nothing's written in the book
There's something rotten in the kitchen
And it isn't just the cook
It's just we don't know who to listen to
We don't know where to look

We've forgotten how to listen
We've forgotten how look
We know the information's missing
Nothing's written in the book
There's something rotten in the kitchen
And it isn't just Tim Cook
It's just we don't know who to listen to
We don't know where to look