The world is unfair, this much is apparent.
But apparently it’s for the best if we work till our deaths for a world so transparent.
A place so bitter and cold.
You have to fight daily for freedom you're owed.
A place where our children may never grow old.
A harbor of hatred for lairs and racists that harbour such hatred on the daily basis.

If this is our future then how can we face this?
How can we keep on going knowing The steps that were taken by past generations are
leaving a future that’s hollow and vacant?
Make no mistake it’s the live we will face while the rest of the country’s obsessed with our race.
Age of equality, age of no poverty, Ain't it strange that change is every politicians policy.
But it bothers me,
how a life has no worth,
The state we’re all in, it’s just gonna get worse.
The few rule the many, man that's just absurd.
If we raise our voices, we’re gonna get heard.

I know there’s a few that see things the way i do, in equal there people who’s words are deceitful and try to pry into your private life just to deny it.

WELCOME TO PARADISE

You say freedom of speech but it doesn’t exist,
You can see it’s suppressed on a daily basis.
People oppressed when they try to resist,
people get shot after making a fist.
Turn the clock back when the hour was early, when power stemmed forward from the hands of the clergy.
Study the wars that were fought for religion and study the world that we currently live in.
It’s still the same.
Our current condition maintains vission based on superstition.
Give them more money, don’t question the system and don’t you dare try to use your intuition.

Another number like everyone else,
another product just packaged and shelved.

Work the grind daily and glorified slavery and keep the cogs turning while chasing that wealth.

We can put on a smile, sit there in silence while all that we love descends into violence.
Hold back the tears, block out the sirens and scream when a country starts seeking asylum.

Try to deny it.
Say it’s all changing.
The world’s a lot sweeter if you’re a Caucasian.

The media lie but convenience fits.
The media boils the blood of the brits.
There’s a war on our door and no one remembers the 3.5 million evacs from the blitz.
Bombs in the sky, destroying the nation, Our only escape was within emigration.

So how can we sit, we judge and we blame.
We are but pieces within the same game.

Operation pipe piper, remember the name.
We’re all still dancing but the song ain’t the same.