I wouldn't bow kneel nor beg, nor buy off the peg
Took no masters, no slaves, didn't fail to behave
But when your meta gods are depraved I wont dig my own grave
Nor fail to achieve all the things you think I need
You took exception when I planted the seed
A disease to displease, it went viral with ease
We have to value humanity in the face of adversity
Not a case of simplicity, no more complicity
Firewalls came down and outrage went up
It burned political clowns, what a drop the prices took
When the raid went down, the neighbourhood shook
No judge no jury, just an open/closed book
Hardly the Hilton, not Guantanamo Bay
Where I I am I truly cant say
I guess it's the Atlantic, there's a northern lights display
Hail and high winds, but it rains every day...
We don't work, we don't eat, we kick up, we don't sleep
There's no reward you can reap that would bring a release
To the sadness I feel, but still no appeal
I can't see a way I'll meet with their rules
I feel there's no way to swallow my dismay, I can't even join the CIA
My south facing cell has a northern lights display
Hail and high winds, but it rains every day...