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