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lyrics
This is where it starts; a sinecure sleight-of-hand
to saturate postures with wormwood and gall.
Settle with hatred and you’ll bow on command.
Compromise doubly and compromise all.
Fascism hammers out his hooks
on scapegoat anvils beneath your nose.
Perhaps your eyes will follow suit
as your hearing, hearing, hearing fucking goes.
This is where it goes; when breaking point’s reached
the dry-rotted floorboards will always give way,
and thus once again the sealed vault is breached
in cycles and cycles of silent decay. Rot and negligence.
Scarcity’s false, except for the truth;
the Bindweed is once again taking root.
I hope you like poverty, breathing in soot,
and the taste of leather off Britain’s boot.
Desperate times call for disparate measures.
A few misdirections to change how the pressure discharges;
I see the forked tongue in the ear of the strained
and both barrels retrained on the ones in the margins.
These dispossessed people,
silver-eyed, glazed with a mirror of trauma,
boats sunk in a wash of formaldehyde.
The Tollen’s reagent scars the iris anew.
So hold your tongue, or I’ll hold it for you!
The violence is here. Modern Blackshirts in the streets.
What good is civility in the face of a kerb full of teeth?
‘Tis no broken system; but the product of it.
You cannot fix that which is working as intended.
Gnashing-toothed printing press. Virulent. Caustic.
They bound the fasces themselves. Sharpened the axe.
Know this; they aren’t resting, nor reading the rules.
They’re desperate for war; gagging for it.
If it’s to be Cable Street again, we won’t win through debate.
You can’t reason with malice. The fasces must break.
If this is against the grain, then the blight really has set in.
The furrowing of brows and the festering of blame. Misshapen
and bent. It’s not the fucking corner shop that drives up your rent.
They salted the soil! Buried up to your neck in the debts of your station.
But this is where it ends. There’s no middle road.
And I tell you;
Get down off the fence
before the barbed wire goes up.
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