There's a problem in this house They nested in the roof, and now they're in the walls We watched them fly in on crooked wings of money, guile and sin Now we're overrun Some orange-skinned, others with an empty oafish grin Differing appearance - same deadly sting Oh, somebody fetch the fucking RAID You know we've all been played Check the contract Somebody check the lease I'm sure we weren't supposed to have creatures quite like these No sign of empathy And where's the spine? Just crawling round the coins as death tolls climb and climb Under the carapace, nothing but avarice Haven't you heard? We're the herd - they're the swarm Forget your common sense, reject the evidence They'll see you buried but they'll work you while you're warm My blessings to the insect gods of Plutus and Apollo Make the sacrifice and the dividends will follow If it's to be murder, kill your fill and fly away We're all in danger if you stay in power Hour by hour and day by day Get the fuck away Segmented bulbous eyes and thorax lined in chitin Killing's their business but everything else they're shit in Can't blame the hornets if they went and dropped the ball The swarm can only focus on the money after all They've stung the hospitals, their venom's spread too far I warn you it's all hornets piling grandmas into graveyards "Fuck the scientists, they've only got two legs!" The swarm have none to stand on but they're fucking with your head And if you want murder, kill your fill and fly away We're all in danger if you stay in power Hour by hour and day by day Get the fuck away And once the dead are buried and the nation's torn asunder They'll sit back and congratulate themselves on years of plunder Fuck There's nothing human in these drones Best check your back (They're laying eggs in education!) (Forming chrysalides in papers!) (Making nests inside of people!) Eating the walls It won't be long until they fall... So if you want murder, kill your fill and fly away We're all in danger if you stay in power Hour by hour and day by day Get the fuck away

Fuck your glory! I'm sick of the outcry The rank squealing of a past that won't die Your adulation belies the rot clustered and growing inside Fuck you all Fuck you and the wars you rode in on I wanna feed you through a mangler dick first Claiming pride in a broken nation Burning the weak and breeding the worst Fuck your slavish devotion to the slavers who wrote their initials in fire on the stomachs of children They raped and they maimed and they herded and killed them But they funded a school once so I guess they're alright? Everyone step to the right! Splashed tall in headline ink It's "Three cheers to the Glory Pigs! Think of the violence, somebody think of the kids Glory Pigs!" Out for a fight No time for human rights! They'll leave you alone as long as you stay out of sight! Everyone step to the right! I'm fucking sick of working the message to avoid the offense Gammon screaming division whilst they're reinforcing the fence Watch the papers spew shit from the pulpit then ponder the cause of it all You'll all fall from your pedestals, razed by the "radical thought" that equality's something that needs to be sought But let's be honest - you should have been ripped down and cast to the sea long ago Grab a shovel and dig "Hip hip for the Glory Pigs! Buried in bodies but valiantly popping their lids! Glory Pigs! Don't be late - feel the squeal, accept your fate The cards are down and everything's coming up hate Everyone step to the right!" "A toast to hypocrisy!" ("Good show!") "Praise be to the Glory Pigs! Tacit support for a system perpetually rigged! Glory Pigs! Farming the undertow of filth and greed to grow and grow So eager to reap the seeds that they sow! Glory Pigs!" Get me a fucking butcher.

Run for cover! The wings are getting louder Vultures circle as their masters man the drums A sickened shepherd, his mind gone out to pasture Commands his flock to rise and come embrace the gun Now all lie bleeding This is their end His plot succeeding The shepherd turns to carrion birds and welcomes them in A twisted design Artistic decline Instructed to redefine - that your soul and purpose are a waste of time And by your grasping hand Vultures will come to roost In the bones and abandoned homes of the living, the dead, and the truth. "Shame the artists! Consume but don't create! Rip out the entrails and leave them to their fate For they may benefit the coffers, but they tend to rebel! So crush the thoughts and then report that everything is well!" Force dreams out to die Corruption and lies No light shining in their eyes Just salivating at your demise They want us to fall They will make vessels of us all Empty us of all humanity Grind the hope off the shell And stuff us full of their insanity And by your grasping hand Vultures will come to roost In the bones and abandoned homes of the living, the dead, and the truth AND SO I ASK YOU NOW, WILL YOU STAND WITH ME? UNDER THEIR RULE, THIS ISLAND CAN NO LONGER BREATHE THEY'RE DAMNING US, WE'RE COMING APART AT THE SEAMS SO I ASK YOU ONCE MORE, STAND AND FIGHT WITH ME And by their grasping hands Their hubris will be their end Raze their buildings and salt the earth and the healing can at last begin

Silence the sirens that are pounding out the end! We're ready to hold on to anything! Anything! Far past the point where this was possible to mend! Was any of it for anything? Anything? We're bionic The last light in an animatronic Brought up on screens and the broken dreams of a world going over the edge Fed on snake oil They bled us of our trust As we sat back and watched promises of our future turn to dust Don't tell me I should feel grateful for this fucking mess you've made We can only start to fix this when they're rotting in their graves And they won't shut up! "Fix the planet? Well, we know we should! But there's money in the oil and the money is good It brings happiness and glee to the one percent And gets leeched from the rest in rent!" (SHUT THE FUCK UP) "Listen, son, you've got to get this right Don't you know that "All Lives Matter" just so long as they're white? And who cares if the economy is tanked by the banks? We know we have the Left to thank!" (SHUT THE FUCK UP) "I've got to say I don't like your tone You're lucky that we ever thought to throw you a bone Yes, I hoard funds in tax-haven tanks But I always donate to the food bank!" (JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP) "Look, sport, I was once like you Wanting "Blacks" and "Gays" and women to be equal too But once you grow cold and your empathy dies You'll start to see through my eyes!" (SHUT UP) DON'T PLAY THEIR GAME - THEY CAN'T WIN ANY MORE FIGHT FIRE WITH FLAME, 'CAUSE THIS IS FUCKING WAR And we're winning! We're slowly taking ground We're burying them deeper as the final clock ticks down But this time sensitive situation won't wait for their disintegration It's now or never for the population as the sirens start to sound Don't tell me I should feel grateful for this fucking mess you've made We can only start to fix this when they're rotting in their graves And we must speak up! Whatever happened to the centre ground? In 80 years I thought we'd manage to make something profound That we'd smack down the Fascists and the demagogues fast to create some kind of future that lasts I'm past believing these hyenas are leading us Leaving us reeling from the shit that they're feeding us Only succeeding in creating the feeling that the water's receding and we're left with a brand new apocalypse on the horizon Any laws you want, you can buy them Any groups you hate, stigmatize 'em Any wars you need just streamline the end-times We're on the verge of collapse and the pacts that were made in the shade are slowly being exposed to the sun These colours may not run but they bleed Money and greed Death and inequality DON'T PLAY THEIR GAME - THEY CAN'T WIN ANY MORE FIGHT FIRE WITH FLAME, 'CAUSE THIS IS FUCKING WAR DON'T PLAY THEIR GAME - THEY CAN'T WIN ANY MORE FIGHT FIRE WITH FLAME We've let this go for too long How long 'til the ash is choking our lungs? And we end in silence? Silence the sirens that are pounding out the end! (As death descends) We're ready to hold on to anything! Anything! Far past the point where this was possible to mend! Was any of it for anything? Anything?

Bite my tongue, bide my time Wearing a warning sign Wait 'til the world is mine Visions I vandalize Cold in my kingdom size Fell for these ocean eyes You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by You should see me in a crown Your silence is my favorite sound Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by one Count my cards, watch them fall Blood on a marble wall I like the way they all Scream Tell me which one is worse Living or dying first Sleeping inside a hearse I don't dream You say Come over baby I think you're pretty I'm okay I'm not your baby If you think I'm pretty You should see me in a crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by You should see me in a crown Your silence is my favorite sound Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by one Crown I'm gonna run this nothing town Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by You should see me in a crown (you should see me, see me) Your silence is my favorite sound (you should see me, see me) Watch me make 'em bow One by one by one One by one by one