Cursed Country Video (MV)

On the road most pathless
Postal code L0st Atlantis
Dead load on my car axles
Not from ode but from ghost sadness
Their abode and it's host's status
Was bestowed a broken palace
Where a widow sleeps on a mattress
Through a window weeps to a Borealis
I see beggars laying like a praying mantis
With no legs begging for no swaying malice
No honour and I feel like Alice
In Wonderland with a peeling Atlas
I go fast down the street
Behind the glass in my car seat
I can drive man from a strife on fleet
But fry pan dry pan life ain't sweet
I see the Elite eating crabmeat
And the rest eat crap and shit
Nobody wants to greet
Everybody soo greed
Everyone's under the heat
Until they go RIP
This world is incomplete
And the city goes to sleep
Glowing squares on concrete
A row of nightmares for the sheep
They stumble when homecoming
Not humble and still humming
They mumble about something
And crumble apart falling
And no gumming and mumming
Will help with the shortcoming
They're puffing throbbing
Bluffing foreshadowing the shoving
Synergy orchestral
The energy celestial
Like elegy ancestral
Is a central astral liturgy
Sequestral
Stolen Petrol
In Retro Spectrum
Is a Ghetto welcome
To a fellow felon
With necro venom
It's a tetra heaven
And a faro with Devil
Ignorance of falling warders
Like eminence of raising waters
Innocence breaking orders
Immigrants crossing borders
F*ck my vehicle is out of fuel
Guess I'll have to walk a few
Miles or car-jack hack a rule
This ain't a church school
This world is cruel
In a whirlpool of deliberate fools
Who twirl their tools
Like a Lord of Misrule
I take my backpack knapsack
And hit the track
Feat coal black
But I don't even hold back
For days I walked through a plantation
But where they burst one's tree
Therefore I almost lost orientation
In the Buffet of this cursed Country
But by accident I met
A man who sacramentally said
I'd be an excellent asset
For their antioxidant reset
Two months later we grow our exposure
We send out papers and we throw out posters
We lay clay like we restore heaven
They shoot with an AK Forty Seven
Dead poppy red body
Bled like Gandhi
We were a threat so we stead
In the bloodshed rally
One by one in the valley
Alley shot in head madly
Sadly a lot of us died badly
Not rapidly but manly
Then they used the gas
Like we're weed in the grass
So the seeds of our class
Won't turn into mass
And pass them fast
And now the last of us
Try to bypass
And run out of the smoke glass
I inhaled too much fume
I'll be pale in a tomb
The authority did not like our bloom
So they Boom at a Boom
It's a bomb of doom
But my friend a Dunker
Saved me and brought me to a bunker