Long sunset, long deepset
Short fuse, short temperament.
Small hives, of wasted youth
Not gonna try, to convince you.
Our lady of the angels
Allelulah, fuck off, mass time bells,
Machine gun, fuck-you laughter
Allow it, squealing grind of the capacitator
I decided that i don't hate your boyfriend
Shut up, fuck you, waste gash bellend
An old face, in a brand new life
Any better? I'll let you decide
Tinny radio chatter on a smartphone speaker
An election poster speaks to precisely no-one
Retro is a 30-year old satchel
With faded idols and neons
A glance, why are you looking at me?
Alert like a fox, automatic presumption,
Entire lives exist in false neighbourhoods
Campaigners hunt for fake redemption
They won't find it in these streets
Leaflets of lies avert one's eyes
Pokerfaces defy honesty
And hunt for reasons to sympathise
Desperate hunt for sanctuary
Defacing the names on the memorial
An unrecognisable democracy
Hands us token control
Before snatching it back away
Don't be fooled by the sloganeering
Sneering eyes will haunt you
And laugh as your freedom is dragged away
Broken treeline, gorgeous skyline,
Plunging neckline, sagging waistline
Pointless helpline, dial the hotline
Carry a knife and loose your lifeline
You are being watched for security reasons
The specifics undisclosed
Don't play that music out loud
'cause no-one wants to hear it anyway...
Short fuse, short temperament.
Small hives, of wasted youth
Not gonna try, to convince you.
Our lady of the angels
Allelulah, fuck off, mass time bells,
Machine gun, fuck-you laughter
Allow it, squealing grind of the capacitator
I decided that i don't hate your boyfriend
Shut up, fuck you, waste gash bellend
An old face, in a brand new life
Any better? I'll let you decide
Tinny radio chatter on a smartphone speaker
An election poster speaks to precisely no-one
Retro is a 30-year old satchel
With faded idols and neons
A glance, why are you looking at me?
Alert like a fox, automatic presumption,
Entire lives exist in false neighbourhoods
Campaigners hunt for fake redemption
They won't find it in these streets
Leaflets of lies avert one's eyes
Pokerfaces defy honesty
And hunt for reasons to sympathise
Desperate hunt for sanctuary
Defacing the names on the memorial
An unrecognisable democracy
Hands us token control
Before snatching it back away
Don't be fooled by the sloganeering
Sneering eyes will haunt you
And laugh as your freedom is dragged away
Broken treeline, gorgeous skyline,
Plunging neckline, sagging waistline
Pointless helpline, dial the hotline
Carry a knife and loose your lifeline
You are being watched for security reasons
The specifics undisclosed
Don't play that music out loud
'cause no-one wants to hear it anyway...
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