It was all about the centre
Voiceless nameless moan about the winter
Now they're going round the bend
Left or right splitting families and friends
While the suits got suited
Those without the silver spoons
They got booted
And they're sent to die
If they're lucky they'll return
Sans spark in their eye
Blame game is the name of the game
Brain drain claims many names for the aims
Of the capitalists
In the capitals which
Make the capitol for rich fat cats in this bitch
And where were you left?
Living the dream or financially bereft?
Are you right or left?
Welcoming outsiders or accusing them of theft?
It's a futile struggle
Lighting your campfires for huddles or cuddles
While others they hobble through rubble
Walking across three continents of trouble
Could you do that?
Drag your kids half way across the map?
Survival instinct
The same one you use
When you lie about these things
The open ocean throws and swallows them
Hopeless notions of ghosts that follows them
Without a hint of a master plan
Brothers and sisters, lend an ear
We're waking up much faster than
They could ever hope to contain
Without a hint of a master plan
Brothers and sisters, lend an ear
We're waking up much faster than
They could ever hope to contain
They bombed the city centre
Voiceless, nameless homeless for the winter
Now they're left for dead
White helmets strewn across the floor instead of heads
And The banks make a profit
Arms deals are real liners of pockets
Suits in a nice warm office
A lifetime away from the chlorine they're dropping
Pictures of children inflicted and injured
In situ they bring through the millions of injured
Admit you will accrue some billions in riches
Politics used for these crude minions of business
Cradle of life in the centre
Became the cradle of death in the winter
A tent city rose out the desert
Ignored by the Foxes exploited by Reddit
There's a media melee
A Headache
We gestate
But it's dead late
Dead being the operative
Consent being the opposite
Who knows what will be
Fools joke constantly
'cause nothings off the table
So who do you think's gonna
Come through and save ya
Not a sniff nor a hint of a masterplan
It doesn't matter cause the streets are ours
So these bastards can
Whistle for us to step back in line
Listen they just want to step back in time
To when they were happy before the fires came
The broken frozen persecuted chosen
Choked when overpowered by their final curtain
What's the lesson here that we're learning? 
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up
Without a hint of a master plan
Brothers and sisters, lend an ear
We're waking up much faster than
They could ever hope to contain
Without a hint of a master plan
Brothers and sisters, lend an ear
We're waking up much faster than
They could ever hope to contain
Without a hint of a master plan
Brothers and sisters, lend an ear
We're waking up much faster than
They could ever hope to contain
Without a hint of a master plan
Brothers and sisters, lend an ear
We're waking up much faster than
They could ever hope to contain