There's a question I have about the side I choose,
I mean lets face it were told there's only two,
The left, the right, the rich, the poor, the red, the blue,
Well I'm so f*cking confused.
It seems this choice to which they allude,
Results in misallocation of power no matter what I do.
I think I'm lost in a delusion of free will,
Like I feel like I can have my say but the ruling class take over still.
How can we be expected, to pick the right answer as we've been directed, when the options that have been collected are all incorrect and they leave us neglected.
I know nothing but myself,
But I can't see this ending well,
Promises like empty shells,
Cnd the cycle recycled.
Maybe its so that were forced to conform,
Have I been manipulated?
Into thinking this state into which I was born,
Has a system that isn't dictated.
They're going round the houses that people can't afford to heat,
With pockets lined thicker than most bedsheets,
Past the excavator graveyards and rundown melting shops,
Cnd all of the undesirables that the government forgot.
The minister for transport in a brand spanking M3,
Learning on the job, they only passed their f*cking test last week,
Cnd they point the finger at people like me,
Cnd tell me how to live life and what kind of man I should be.
There must be a hole in all of their hearts, where compassion used to live,
Cnd now that holes filled with a mothers money, so she can't feed her f*cking kids.
I know nothing but myself
But I can't see this ending well
Promises like empty shells
Cnd the cycle recycled
He's wearing a suit, he must have our best interests in mind.
Cnd I heard it on the telly so it's got to be right, or left, Right?
He's wearing a suit, he must have our best interests in mind.
Cnd I heard it on the telly so it's got to be right, or left, Right?
I know nothing but myself
But I can't see this ending well
Promises like empty shells
Cnd the cycle recycled
Cs a culture, we've become too accustomed to lies corruption and manipulation.
It's about time, we tore down the veil of privilege and greed and laid bare the real issues with the human race.
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There's a question I have about the side I choose,
I mean lets face it were told there's only two,
The left, the right, the rich, the poor, the red, the blue,
Well I'm so f*cking confused.
It seems this choice to which they allude,
Results in misallocation of power no matter what I do.
I think I'm lost in a delusion of free will,
Like I feel like I can have my say but the ruling class take over still.
How can we be expected, to pick the right answer as we've been directed, when the options that have been collected are all incorrect and they leave us neglected.
I know nothing but myself,
But I can't see this ending well,
Promises like empty shells,
Cnd the cycle recycled.
Maybe its so that were forced to conform,
Have I been manipulated?
Into thinking this state into which I was born,
Has a system that isn't dictated.
They're going round the houses that people can't afford to heat,
With pockets lined thicker than most bedsheets,
Past the excavator graveyards and rundown melting shops,
Cnd all of the undesirables that the government forgot.
The minister for transport in a brand spanking M3,
Learning on the job, they only passed their f*cking test last week,
Cnd they point the finger at people like me,
Cnd tell me how to live life and what kind of man I should be.
There must be a hole in all of their hearts, where compassion used to live,
Cnd now that holes filled with a mothers money, so she can't feed her f*cking kids.
I know nothing but myself
But I can't see this ending well
Promises like empty shells
Cnd the cycle recycled
He's wearing a suit, he must have our best interests in mind.
Cnd I heard it on the telly so it's got to be right, or left, Right?
He's wearing a suit, he must have our best interests in mind.
Cnd I heard it on the telly so it's got to be right, or left, Right?
I know nothing but myself
But I can't see this ending well
Promises like empty shells
Cnd the cycle recycled
Cs a culture, we've become too accustomed to lies corruption and manipulation.
It's about time, we tore down the veil of privilege and greed and laid bare the real issues with the human race.
I mean lets face it were told there's only two,
The left, the right, the rich, the poor, the red, the blue,
Well I'm so f*cking confused.
It seems this choice to which they allude,
Results in misallocation of power no matter what I do.
I think I'm lost in a delusion of free will,
Like I feel like I can have my say but the ruling class take over still.
How can we be expected, to pick the right answer as we've been directed, when the options that have been collected are all incorrect and they leave us neglected.
I know nothing but myself,
But I can't see this ending well,
Promises like empty shells,
Cnd the cycle recycled.
Maybe its so that were forced to conform,
Have I been manipulated?
Into thinking this state into which I was born,
Has a system that isn't dictated.
They're going round the houses that people can't afford to heat,
With pockets lined thicker than most bedsheets,
Past the excavator graveyards and rundown melting shops,
Cnd all of the undesirables that the government forgot.
The minister for transport in a brand spanking M3,
Learning on the job, they only passed their f*cking test last week,
Cnd they point the finger at people like me,
Cnd tell me how to live life and what kind of man I should be.
There must be a hole in all of their hearts, where compassion used to live,
Cnd now that holes filled with a mothers money, so she can't feed her f*cking kids.
I know nothing but myself
But I can't see this ending well
Promises like empty shells
Cnd the cycle recycled
He's wearing a suit, he must have our best interests in mind.
Cnd I heard it on the telly so it's got to be right, or left, Right?
He's wearing a suit, he must have our best interests in mind.
Cnd I heard it on the telly so it's got to be right, or left, Right?
I know nothing but myself
But I can't see this ending well
Promises like empty shells
Cnd the cycle recycled
Cs a culture, we've become too accustomed to lies corruption and manipulation.
It's about time, we tore down the veil of privilege and greed and laid bare the real issues with the human race.