Manic Street Preachers - All We Make Is Entertainment lyrics

I'm no longer preaching to the converted That congregation has long ago deserted All we discovered was even more despair But we learned how to cope, we learned how not to care And the sun will still keep rising Always deflecting, always disguising Was there ever another place? Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment A sad indictment of what we're good at We're all part of the grand delusion We made so much and we let it all crumble To safeguard our "rights", to make us "more human" Oh, this country is but an empty shell A clearing house for heaven, a clearing house for hell And the sun will still keep rising Always deflecting, always disguising Was there ever another place? Did we ever really exist? All we make is entertainment It's so damn easy, and inescapable We're so postmodern, we're so post-everything All we make is entertainment An end to hope and civilisation A simple way to seek perfection The insides of our nation are being exposed It only confirms what we already know Pointless jobs just lead to pointless lives It's breaking up our bones, and breaking up our minds