Thistopia

The dystopia Gets slowly worse Over the years We're going to burn And I'm sorry for making you scared But it's a sorry state of affairs When man's a virus with shoes, a violent abuser Of the planet he resides on and relies on it too I want to do something to change it But I'm afraid it's inside us, entwined in our nature You and I should face it - the primary trait that Unites the races is the way we use nature and rape it I'm trying to find pride in my nation But I'll die waiting for higher civilisation Sorry for making you scared But it's a sorry state of affairs when The dystopia Gets slowly worse Over the years We're going to burn Dystopia Gets slowly worse Over the years We're going to burn And I'm sorry for making you scared But it's a sorry state of affairs - listen The class system of a past Britain That still runs fast and thick through the innards of every last citizen If you're from Pakistan, black-skinned, or just act different You'll be asked questions and blacklisted The fact is we're attached umbilically To a fetid capitalist trap full of misery But that isn't what gets me, the ignorant hegemony But the fact that we're happy to live with it The disaffected youth are in effect living proof That respect is reduced to a reckless abuse Of the ends where they grew through the stem to the roots They will step on your shoes then expect you to move Flipping heck, next thing they'll do's Have you hanging in a hood, neck through a noose So whether you accept or you're scared of the truth Say your prayers cos we're due for a desolate future The dystopia Gets slowly worse Over the years We're going to burn Dystopia Gets slowly worse Over the years We're going to burn