Thistopia

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