I slept as a citizen, I woke as an alien, down where the sun stole the light from me
Empires made of grey, terracotta and clay, crumble to the touch of the reactionary

Drunk on desperation, self medicating, captivated by the rolling news feed
Toast tomorrow’s ashes as the currency crashes, violence spills to the streets
False flags mix with panic attacks, the red in the fabric of the Union Jack
Blends with blood that won’t wash away, stains of the shade marks our shame

Just one shot, just one shot, heralds the future, baying for blood
A pain too much, as all is lost, breathing dirt, swallowing dust

Blood on your hand, the innocent kill
Taste the fat of this land, it makes you ill
Inching closer to six feet under
Caught between man and monsters
Treading water, wasting breath, drown Albion in dread
No fear or envy for the dead whilst I still draw breath

I slept as a citizen, I woke as an alien, caught up in the march of history
Dead imperialists tripping on a power kick, sell you out to pound shop fascists
Rivers of blood criss cross the land, tracing the trail to the banker’s hands
Lying through their teeth, dog-whistle speech, for your vote they’ll lie, for this land you’ll die

We kill our good men, we kill better women, we give them to the ground, maggots to the skin
Sterilise, wear my flesh thin, half alive, barely breathing
We kill our good men, kill better women, we give them to the ground, call it the end
Claim a pain that’s too much, claim a land where love was never enough