Voices getting bit mad, Voices driving me loopy, Voices telling me that, Something’s up in my head, Voices echoing back Forth, back- Voices getting me sad-sad, Voices getting me sc-sc-scared, Nowhere to run, all the voices are always there Whisper, whisper, whisper, whisper Wh-wh-wh-wh-what-oh! It’s alternative fa-fa-fact time, In alternative la-la-landslide, In alternative world- web, Called alternative right-r-right, left Always telling me the s-s-same lies, Always repeating the s-s-same lines, Always wanna mess with my head! Big Brother likes us b-b-brain dead! Big Brother likes us wa-wa-watching! I just came back from the d-d-doctors, They wanna tell me how to f-f-function, They just gave me some P-P-Prozac, Make me down for con-su-su-sumption  They under the as-su-su-sumption, That I care what I act- act- act like They know I’m not munching, None of these bloody “prescribed” things, They saying I’m crazy-  Come tell me what I’m not like Fine, I’m a mug, I’m a dumb type, Might be paro, I’m not nice I’m just a little bit lost right now cos I guess- We’re such dumb and angry young people, Sitting under these “equals” Who tell us we have freedom, Telling us we should think more, Telling us we should think less, Tell us what you want hear next, Tell us what you want hear next, Tell us what you want- Tell us what you want- Tell us what we don’t care for, We don’t care for your pep talk, We get tired of all talk, Hurts our heads to be informed, I don’t care, I’m not involved, I’m not selfish, I’m disco- -nnected from all the info- -rmation  I’m hard to pin hole! I don’t care for no deep thought! What’s the point in it? What’s the point in it? What’s the point? Cos it seems long! Pray away a day! Pray away a day! Pray away to my fake God! Faith hold me down, keep me in place It’s a brave new world, It’s a brave new world for the human race Winston Smith wrote words in a book, Winston Smith wrote words in a book, That he bought from a store in a burning bush, In a world full of faith in a failing thought, That his masters push with an urgent force, Like a burning cross, in a burning hell Full of burnt out hearts, To replace what’s gone from the mind like memories old Cigarette butts in a ashtray soul, Dead grey black in the sky tonight, it’s hard to feel safe Eyes all time... Ffv-ffv-vu-vu-vuvu- Vultures, Vultures, Vultures watch me... Hairs on the skin go erect... Hides in a crack in the wall, Winston’s free in a brave new world screaming  God God... We’re such dumb and angry young people, Sitting under these “equals” Who tell us we have freedom, Telling us we should think more, Telling us we should think less, Tell us what’s in our interest, Tell us what you want hear next Tell us what you want- Tell us what you want- Tell us what we don’t care for, We don’t care for your pep talk, We get tired of all talk, Hurts our heads to be informed, I don’t care I’m not involved, I’m not selfish I’m disco- -nnected from all the info- -rmation cos... Right, left, wrong, right- Bet you’re bloody mad if you don’t fit in like Us, them, you, I- Everybody watching, everybody shut your eyes Be blind, deaf, mute- Anybody-anybody-anybody else? Make them better- Pills are a cure! Behave! Behave! Right, left, wrong, right- Bet you’re bloody mad if you don’t fit in like Us, them, you, I- Everybody watching, everybody shut your eyes Be blind, deaf, mute- Anybody-anybody-anybody else? Make them better- Pills are a cure! Behave! Behave! Don’t get close, No one needs you near The people here have radios, and they can’t hear, The constant buzzing, chatter in your ear, It wore us down and now the sound is just around, Don’t you come, Keep away my friend You should of known that here we all love to pretend, To be alive and happy and content Eyes wide open, You know there’s nothing else In Colour Outside In Colour Outside - side - side - side (x2) There's something happening outside, The satellites and the waves, Crashing down from the sky, Radiating our brains We’re not afraid, We won't hide, Kids running round in the flames, People acting like sheep Welcome to the police state And we'll be there When you wake up! We'll be there When you act strange! We'll be there When you’re naked! We'll see you Get out of my way! We see you Get out of my way! We watch you Get out of my way! We'll be there Get out of my way! We'll be there So go away, You're not welcome here We called the army and they’re shooting straight, At your head Best leave us alone You're not one of us, we don't like what we don't know, We're okay, We'll do just alright Leave in peace, there's not a need to start a fight, To your ship, You'll be safer there You hang around much longer you'll be worse for wear... They put it in the water we drink, I could of swore it made my head hurt one time This cough, it don't get better at all Don’t touch those bricks! The fools with their masks off, by the 5G masts And it burns Every time, Every time I think too long Don't ask for answers, I'm not all that smart Can’t ask for help these days No one will come... They come in, In colours In colours In colours The sun is shining,  I might lose myself in all this light, (yeah yeah yeah...) The city air is just so nauseous, I’ll be sick tonight And maybe that’s a problem, (I’ll go mad if you let me) Come give me an answer (I’ll go mad if you let me) Oh tell me there’s an antidote, (I’ll go mad if you let me) Made with / of / by animals (I’ll go mad if you let me) And I sleep and I stand, (I’ll go mad if you let me) Oh, I don’t think if I can (I’ll go mad if you let me) Oh I’d give my right hand, (I’ll go mad if you let me) For fast food and car fumes (I’ll go mad if you let me) Oh, welcome to the city man! The world is getting smaller, A friend said on the phone, The constant speed around me while I wait confused, alone, I saw a burning building out, My friends only window, Oh all these people dying but, It weren’t violent... A problem! (Lost my soul to the city!) Oh, come give me an answer (I lost my soul to the city!) Oh, tell me there’s an antidote, (I lost my soul to the city!) Made with / of / by animals (I lost my soul to the city!) And I sleep and I stand, (I lost my soul to the city!) Oh, I don’t think if I can (I lost my soul to the city!) Oh I’d give my right hand, (I lost my soul to the city!) For fast food and car fumes (I lost my soul to the city, man!) Oh, welcome to the city man! (The city) The world is getting smaller, A friend said on the phone, The constant speed around me while I wait confused, alone, I saw a burning building out, My friends only window, I saw these people dying but, It weren’t violent or nothing! The sun is shining,  I might lose myself in all this light, (yeah yeah yeah...) The city air is just so nauseous, I’ll be sick tonight I don’t give a fuck I think I said it, I don’t say it quite enough, I thought I meant it, I don’t even think enough, I need to edit, never said it, now it’s done, I must be dumb crying, “I don’t give a shit” I’m bleeding out my mouth, My nails in my lips, Holding my wretched tongue, I’ll smile for your pics, Patting my shoulder as correctness wins, I’m just an idiot  But I could be your son, I could be your daughter I could a gun, I could be the one to take you from your love, You’re not documented, Get out of my slum Another day, another tweet, another buzz, The same opinions in a text based drug Another switch upon a tech space plug An acronym for all ‘them words too long’ For in a second I’ll be gone... Think, Speak,  Sit, Stand Think, Speak 1-2, 1-2, Sleep, Eat TV On, Off Sweet dreams, Flickering, Flickering lights need, Internet, connect,  Come fight me, I’m not an addict, I might be, Everyone’s on it,  Everyone’s on it and wrong Think, Speak,  Sit, Stand Think, Speak 1-2, 1-2, Sleep, Eat TV On, Off Sweet dreams, Flickering, Flickering lights need, Internet, connect,  Come fight me, I’m not an addict, I might be, Everyone’s on it,  Everyone’s on it... 1-2, Touch your toes  1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t...) I don’t give a fuck So call the crisis team and tell ‘em that I cut, A corporate cog machine is spinning in my blood, Fighting the man for just a nibble of a crum, And I’m so dumb, I’m crying “I don’t give a shit” I barely focus, I don’t know what year it is, I hope you watch me when I yell it to the kids, And no one listens, till I’m burning to a crisp, In front of everyone  And I could be your son, Or I could be your daughter, I could be the gun, I could be the one to take a fucker out Two in the head, Teach you to air me when I shout, See I’m not here, I’m just some code inside a script, Blood on my hands, from the messages I hid, I called for help and all I got was fucking piss, See me, I’m everywhere, yet I’ll never exist, In just a blink I will be gone... Think, Speak,  Sit, Stand Think, Speak 1-2, 1-2, Sleep, Eat TV On, Off Sweet dreams, Flickering, Flickering lights need, Internet, connect,  Come fight me, I’m not an addict, I might be, Everyone’s on it,  Everyone’s on it... 1-2, Touch your toes  1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t think !)  1-2, Touch your toes 1-2, Up again ( I can’t...) (Groan) Call in the masses, The obligatory niggers with their attitudes, The cast and crews inclusive, But the companies out to redact us! Bomaye, they chant! Bomaye! Off and on, off and on,  Off and on, like a head on fire in a basket! I’ve got my lighter, and my liquor, And you can’t fucking stop me! Retweet, retweet, repeat, repeat! Look at me, I’m on fire, I’m wired! I’m so crazy! I’m a crazy man on the web! I’m so mad! Look at me, look at me! Can you fucking hear me now? Can you fucking hear me now, you cunts?! I’m fucking angry, I’m so, I’m so fucking mad! I’m on fire, I’m on fire! Look at me , Look what you fucking did to me, Look what you fucking did to me! Ahh, fucks sake. Stood by the Eiffel Tower, A symbol of American Imperialism, A Mickey Mouse Star Wars poster emblazoned on the skies above,  Mimes in prole clothing  a Jar Jar Rastafari to laugh at - “Comic Value” Pigs in blue coming at you  You’ve got some Substance D, some Soma and a few Ecstasy pills on hand, Get on a London Bus  Make elevator conversation with the driver, He’s up for a chat He doesn’t know where you're going, Or where he’s going,  But he’s on track CCTV’s my favourite kind, Eyes watching and they don’t go blind, I don’t believe in an easy life, I believe in appealing sights, I’m not immune to the conscious mind, I downloaded mine off a free website - I’m not an idiot I’m not an idiot  I’m not an idiot  I’m not an idiot White man, white man, I like his voice, Calms me down, stops me making noise, I wish God could be just as fun, Real or fake, he’d be such a blast In this time, next time or the past, Who knows what, and who knows who’ll last? I’m just an idiot  I’m just an idiot I’m just an idiot  I’m just an idiot Kids with knives, kids with funds Kids tell lies, kids smoke spice Kids don’t run, kids don’t hide, nice surprise Kids like guns Kids like violence and dumb people, Dumb things, dumb places, dumb - dumb - dummy - dummy - mummy - mummy - mummy - Look at the faces on a fashion blog, Alien people from the Eastern Bloc, How many charges for the firing squad? Single file, line on them on the wall, We’re so deprived of their kind of “cool” I wish I could be calm with all, The madness outside of protocol, The wolf has come, and he’s dressed in wool... Who’s this? Who’s this? He’s so self made and clueless, I can’t tell where the roof is, So if I jump off the wrong bit, Scrape me off of the pavement, A socialite sold the slave ship, Banana boats in New Haven, Tell me this life’s amazing, I would believe it, I would believe it, I would believe it, if you sold me shit, Killed my family, and burned my house, I would believe it if you taped my mouth, And tied me up in the basement  I would believe you anytime or day, I love the way you say crime don’t pay, And beat me up while I’m waiting, For the train at the station, But somehow I get impatient, The old news finally fading... God you make me abrasive  God you make me so crazy  God you make me so crazy God you make me so crazy God you make me so crazy Fuck it, I’ve had it now once and for all, Winston’s trapped in his crystal ball, Bully vans on the boulevard for some Bolsheviks with a few guitars, Hardy har-har, Mulan or Mulala  Arsonists, alchemists, narcissists, white and cis, sister-sister, don’t resist, Censorship is the new ‘black on black’ statistics, Fetishist, sadistic, Talking back, get lifted, Don’t say a thing, ridiculous  Tell me tea, live for it, Capitalist or immigrant,  Packaged life, relevant,  Death coming, imminent  Man, effeminate Time, terminate  Born, exterminate  Seeds, germinate Eyes rolling to sides, Falling back behind enemy lines, To the guys  “If I survive I’ll buy my own exorcist!” Speak of the devil, Perform on me now good sir,  With a few drops of the holy water, We’ll be good as new. Jesus was a strange fellow... I heard he used to walk to Nazareth, With his brand new Jordan’s in a box... I like old movies, They capture the feelings better... The casual phobias, They’re just that much more entertaining, There’s nothing like good old fashioned censored violence... It just looks so much ______ The corn syrup blood flow...  The dumb blonde bimbo... Telecoms, Telecoms, Lost in a space station, Insert reference ‘here’ And here, And here,  And here, And here, And... And here… You hold me down, Into the water you drown me with, Pleading for breath, you just hold me in, Die any second, cry I should swim, Weighing me down, you don’t lie to him, Baptise slowly, I’ll find my sin, At the bottom a bottle, I pry for it,  See a white light and I fly for it, Love it kills me, I’m fine with it I am not a name, I am blind numbers, 0 double 7 0 codename, I am just a life target Need me a mother, she’ll love me like a child, If my mother liked me quite like you did, Or didn’t hate me like my kid did, Only be a lie say I could fix, Only be a lie say I know what time it is, And I’m tired of this,  Etcetera cetera, minds lost in the Fritz- Lang I love him, he makes me feel nice in this, Metropolis grey world where I exist You’re sad and I’m angry, Let’s be friends, We don’t have anything, let’s pretend (x3) Broke my lips with a kiss, You are stone cold Sorrow bites, I am mosquito Tell me twice, I am nothing more, Tell me once and then let me go, Give me faith and give me control, Tell me lies and I’ll tell you more, Words are nothing, I know you know  Tell me something love, bet you won’t You’re sad and I’m angry, Let’s be friends... You’re sad and I’m angry, Let’s be friends, We don’t have anything, let’s pretend (x3) Lost my mind in the library, With an AR-15, 15 dead bodies,  Kids aged 16,  Sick dreams for the weeks in advance, Class gonna pay back for the way they treat me, When I buy my piece, Imma get it my way, All these pretty faced brats get a bullet in the face I ain’t taking those pills, they fuck with my brain, All I have is you, let’s go together, insane, I can’t cope, the way I play these thoughts back in my head, Been adapting to death, I play these video games that make killing feel straight and narrow I am an animal, paranoid,  Tryna haggle reason with force, Of course you saw it coming! Gunning (blasting!) I’m grasping harboured rage in a casket, All I forgot was my victims had never asked for it, Turning my weapon onto myself, You are my only love, let’s come together in health, Bang T.V. told me radio’s dead, You’re a radio head, Where you gonna get the news from next? The internet says all that telly in your head is cancer, You don’t care no more though you’re like (Fuck it) 21st century animals, I’ll be American, When I have it all, I’ll live full luxury while telling them, They could have it too as if it’s true that wealth is fairer than, Colour of the skin, my pigment is my own inheritance I like advertise my specialty is what you really want! I’m not selling dreams, I’m selling everything you ever got! Give a jingle, show some colour, trick a couple idiots, Now the world is mine and all because I package everyone,  Screaming- You don’t know me! You don’t know me! Can’t control me! You don’t know what I need! Nah! It’s so lonely! Think you own me! Give me space, please, I can barely breath! Oh God, God... Oh no, not again, they’re tryna talk to me… Stop tryna talk to me… They always talk to me… They only talk at me… So why you asking me? Every day I wake up feel the same,  I’m saying fuck that! Life’s a bitch, you tell me don’t complain,  I’m saying fuck that! All these adverts taking way too long, I’m saying fuck that! All these slogans caught up in my brain, I’m saying fuck that! (x2) Don’t you love our brand? We would love to have you! Anytime you're feeling like, love to finally hear from you! Don’t we all love to have nice things, sometimes? Don’t you want them all too?  Uh. Lost my mind and for what? What?  Now I’m broke and for what? What? All I wanted is what? What- Ever I never had got- got, Now I’m lost thinking what? What- Was the point of it all now, when the world changed, And the worth of it was what? What- Ever master said it costs, costs I don’t know what I want, want, You tell me what I like, love, need, How much that I need and what- what- The price that I pay is and not- not- If I can afford or not- not, I wanna own all you got- got, You wanna take all I own and I’m fine I don’t mind giving you what I got- got Don’t want to recap what these bad thoughts, Do to the mind when you’re distracted from, Real reality and need much more, Economy interest to keep on form, And greed is easy to not control, Consumerist hijacks, and on the dole, The humorous aspects can get so dull, Until I’m broken and insecure Don’t leave bed till the shops are closed, Adam and Eve still believe in Fairy Liquid, And Depop clothes  Coca-Cola can make a soul, P.G Tips, the Tea Party want to free the guns and eat you whole, But best believe the state is on your phone, Watching who, what, where and why you call, Don’t call on me at all, No... Love when you talk to me Love how you talk to me I wish you’d talk to me Why don’t you talk to me? You don’t know me, You don’t know me, Can’t control me, you don’t know what I need, nah You don’t know me, You don’t know me, Can’t control me, you don’t know what I need, nah... Every day I wake up feel the same,  I’m saying fuck that! Life’s a bitch, you tell me don’t complain,  I’m saying fuck that! All these adverts taking way too long, I’m saying fuck that! All these slogans caught up in my brain, I’m saying fuck that! (x2) (On the dole)  I don’t really follow the news much these days, but I hear it’s bad There’s something so entertaining ‘bout the way we all watch, listen and then react to - Anything, everything, happening all around I was - In the back of a queue for the DWP when I finally broke my back fighting this little drummer boy and then I realised - Rum pa pa pum pum, I just got jumped by an office job chump, So now I’ve dumped my UC on drugs and dumb fun, Next stop is uni, That’s more money from your government funds I’m a tories worst nightmare,  Welfare grabbing, four pack of beer buying, Knife crime condoning, happy slapping, laughing, homeless bum who’s still drunk from the last year, And you can ask me all you like if I’m stupid, And I’ll still say the same fucking thing  I won’t pay - Priti Patel no Givens - Or give no - Boris the fucking time So just turn around and get fucked, Guv, I’m on a whole mazza, shooting up in your bathroom I bunked school, I bunked court and I’ll bunk any registered appointment with a white shirt cunt! Gimme the loot Cos I need it  Money and cash, run it and dash, Welfare or wealth fearing? Don’t give me that look, Don’t ask reasons, Poor when I was born, And I’m still teefing  So just give me the P’s so I can break even for the weekend and spend all my dole in one evening And till I go mental,  I got three, five scores on my sanctions, And I’m thankful I ain’t sent to the centre, Yes sir, thank you, yes I’m bless sir, Wasteman, I ain’t tryna roll to the next job! Like I rolled to last, to get thrown on my ass in the same month  Sweating, grafting on some pagan bastards day off! I ain’t doing enough right now Till you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit! Say I ain’t doing enough right now Till you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit! (x3) 3 bill for the month and, I reckon that’s enough for, 132 beers, 12 bottles of wine, 2 litre bottles of spiced rum and the rest I can spend on noodles,  Housing benefit covers the rent and if it don’t, then fuck it, I’m leaving  I ain’t dealing with none of this healthy living anymore, I can just sleep on the bus I got 3 GCSE’s, could give a fuck about thinking too much, My heads such a mess think I need PIP, I’ve been fucking dead since CBBC, So till the Queen, gives me a GBE Imma keep robbing from the DWP, So give me more money, more money, yes please I don’t ask for much just enough to get me through the week, And with all the gambling debts and ticks for shots coming for my neck  What’s 300 a month gonna do to prevent my stress? I guess, I best, Get a sick note and tell em I’m depressed  A broken systems biggest threat is a starving nations regret,  And oh boy, the masses are fuming But till the revolution is televised, I’ll be on UC, with a beer, watching movies... Gimme the loot Cos I need it  Money and cash, run it and dash, Welfare or wealth fearing? Don’t give me that look, Don’t ask reasons, Poor when I was born, And I’m still teefing  So just give me the P’s so I can break even for the weekend and spend all my dole in one evening And till I go mental,  I got three, five scores on my sanctions, And I’m thankful I ain’t sent to the centre, Yes sir, thank you, yes I’m bless sir, Wasteman, I ain’t tryna roll to the next job! Like I rolled to last, to get thrown on my ass in the same month  Sweating, grafting on some pagan bastards day off! I ain’t doing enough right now Till you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit! Say I ain’t doing enough right now Till you see me bug out and lose my fucking shit! (x3) Walking to the chip shop, Something cheap, I want it The change in my pocket, is just enough, But I’ve got it, Looking at the football, someone scored, Who doesn’t? Red and white on buildings, outside, How a world shows colours, It’s true colours. And I don’t get what the people said when they told me I would have been better off dead, In a Grimsby Bed and Breakfast homestead, I’ve got my 2 feet to the ground when they come close... And I don’t get what those blue eyes meant, when they stared me down from across the pavement,  I’ve got a brand new attitude, for my new friends, I’ll keep my wits with me when they come too close. Walking to the chip shop, Something mean, I smell it, The boom blast of speakers, Rock’n’roll, you love it Mopeds and crap cars, patrol... How the kids find trouble, Fireworks and bonfires, Of burnt books, An old house to rubble... Grey rubble. And I don’t get what the people said when they told me I would have been better off dead, In a Ramsgate council estate homestead, I’ve got my 2 feet to the ground when they come close, And I don’t get what that blonde hair meant, When it shone down upon me from across the pavement, I’ve got a brand new attitude, for my new friends I’ll keep my wits with me when they come too close... And it’ll soon be only you or I, That’s not either nationalised, Or a licensed company. Take in a breath of that smoke filled air! They burnt the last family that lived here, Oh well! Hear those dogs barking,  The skinheads down the pub, Swallowing the bits of lime in their drinks... It helps to revive the taste buds!  Nobody comes here... Nobody cares... Nobody comes here- Nobody comes here- Nobody comes here- We’re not welcome  Nobody comes here  Never cared... I don’t get,  What, blue - blue eyes, blue eyes meant, I don’t - I don’t get - Nobody comes here, nobody comes here, Nobody cares This is the end... Call your loved ones and your friends, Pleased to meet you, Glad you were there for me, Let’s embrace in prayer, For this is the end This is the end... This is the end And we’ll feel so liberated, Spent our lives in isolation, Can barely tell those faces apart... This is the end... This is the end... The angels... They would dance and take a knee... Just to shoot you in the back when you aren’t looking I’d rather go peacefully, I’ll never say a word, Drifting into eternal nothingness, I am absentia... This is the end... (x7) Heaven is a multi-channel paradise, It would chew you just to spit you out,  And hang you out to dry... (x4) I remember wanting to kill myself right here, right now, in front of all of you! I remember walking through the streets watching, I remember wanting to take out the school board, I remember being mindless hooked on tv, I remember that tower block on fire! I remember you giving me that medication, I remember you telling me to go home, Just so you could catch me while unguarded and beat my body to a pulp, I remember, Rage!  I remember, Fear! I remember, The taste of a nice cold beer... Mega-celebrity, megalomania, Melancholia melodramatica Memoria - Memorial, Choke me out you fucking pig! You’ll breathe again when you pay! Yuppies selling air to kids, It’s an altruistic service! I don’t have secrets, I bought my purpose, I bought mine,  I’ll buy yours! And yours! And yours! And yours! And yours! And everyones,  And everything,  And anything I don’t mind, Who’s telling me shit? Megalomania, A bigger franchise, Megalomania, Megalomania... (I remember) Apocalypto, apocalyptic! (I remember) Fake news, fake people fake crime statistics!  (I remember) Hard sex on small screens! (I remember) Chomsky gone Kaczynski! (I remember) World War 4, part 3 ! This is a world gone out of control,  This is an airstrike on civilians, Hardcore, Softcore,  New forms of old problems, Just more threats to keep dodging! Too much going on at once, Sometimes it just feels like, everything’s going a bit out of control... Too much, Too much, Too much, Too much...