Hey. May I say this day is estranged from the normal way to play
When I say, I mean I don’t portray us to be astray, or fucked.. K!
May I give ya my reasons for believing my dealings, be stealing
Aint no heathen, but fuck, I aint peeling the skin from within
I don’t agree with the sins, cos im living within my moral fringe
Like the Edinburgh festival, ya lynched, if ya astringed
Cos if ya aint funny ya binned, ya games fucked, ill spin
But ya lyrics are thin, like the anorexic, I don’t respect it
But what’s expected, cos the kids around here are neglected,
So in metric, their meters behind, but they don’t let it
Bother them, its excepted, and reflected in the mirror of the next
Generation, who can blame them. It’s in the views of the nation
Hatred for the free living, blatant, with no time for the stationed
Those untainted by the newly created, cos anything new is debated
And anything old is dated, within minds torn… so who should make it??