Slaine System crashing screen is flashing fake interaction stole my passion now we're all trapped in tighter than components on a circuit board but where's the power stored? it strikes a dischord! someone cut this fibre-optic umbilical cord from the mother board. I'm getting feedback from my own gene map primal fear to let me know we will be trapped, if we don't turn back we'll be stuck to this web for eternity, with no liberty, egallity, fraternity, someone needs to break out from this mother board maternity ward Dunbar Like atomic mass of glass en masse we hold fast To this sold out comedy in which we were cast system caste gonna crash like versions of the past surpassed at long last a simple task for the grass but like atomic mass of glass en masse we hold fast to this total tragedy in which we were cast out loud we laugh though subliminally harrassed over head stars pass imparting knowledge from the past think we're moving to fast time to ease off the gas nothing built to last except divisions of class system caste gonna crash like versions of the past surpassed at long last by fields of green grass or sounds of bomb blast shatter-in the stain glass alas... If we continue on this path alas... If we continue on this path should have seen it coming will be our epitaph Slaine Irish universities are working for the Rubicon homes have their own minds family units gone split up and spread out new form of believing they call it a terminal for a reason. Locked away online, all on your own face almost brushing on your UV tombstone. Skin is paler, inhaler on the floor the world at your finger tips so stay indoors. the ghost of Guy Fawkes is downstairs cutting wires the truth spitting liars back pedal through the mire te baying of the crowd became a righteous choir as they threw their scapegoats on a funeral pyre Dunbar Like atomic mass of glass en masse we hold fast To this sold out comedy in which we were cast system caste gonna crash like versions of the past surpassed at long last a simple task for the grass but like atomic mass of glass en masse we hold fast to this total tragedy in which we were cast out loud we laugh though subliminally harrassed over head stars pass imparting knowledge from the past think we're moving to fast time to ease off the gas nothing built to last except divisions of class system caste gonna crash like versions of the past surpassed at long last by fields of green grass or sounds of bomb blast shatter-in the stain glass alas... If we continue on this path alas... If we continue on this path should have seen it coming will be our epitaph Outro We thought our problems were solved when we learnt to evolve but the towers till fall as we build peace walls. surrounded by chaos yet we remain calm, still carrying the fire of an unbroken man the worlds fate in our hands, i believe we can withstand rise, organise, and devise a plan, for the future for the sake of the past or should have seen it coming will be our epitaph

Slaine Welcome on and all to this city of friction watch how you walk, talk, and your diction. people know your background through pronunciation, its all part and parcel, paranoid plantation. no solution through segregation old No Go Zones with no explanation, what do you know? another cessation of violence and tourists think its amazing. but if you ask me its the same old game who's turn is it next and tell me who is to blame because i know both sides like to light a flame on the night before, and so we're all the same that's why we're taking aim at this sense of shame that this place gave us, at birth, ingrained. We're not laying claim, there's no more land to gain and you wish to god you didn't have a christian name. so who's your Da? which school did you go to? whats your last name? as if you're supposed to… listen to them and do as they say? Its all part of a damn sectarian survey. Lords and Ladies and who they sire world wide tax that they acquire from the Tower of Babel to cathedral spires its all part of the same empire Barbed wire empire x4 To my old friend the city hope you're fairing well I know a lot has happened and you've been through hell Came so far but people don't take notice Think violent protest now part of a process of peace I fear they'll will never reap if they never take the time to hear the other side speak & if the same seeds of hate are planted or sewn in a young mind without them even knowing History in context and why the clash future will be the past divided up Hell-fast (No relations or songs of unity) leads to the degradation of both communities Segregated minds know not what they pray or fight for Just programmed to justify their own war How they were bred perspective malleable as lead Believe what is said now the problem is widespread & they failed to mention this is not convention peaceful fute now in contention I walk away cause we've no come back but i'll always love this place I can be sure of that Lords and Ladies and who they sire world wide tax that they acquire from the Tower of Babel to cathedral spires its all part of the same empire Barbed wire empire x4 Slaine Somewhere along the embankment there's a 17th century battle re-enactment Christian flags with Judaic crests and i remember when the locals called this the snipers nest. I heard its safe to cross the bridge recently since we got European funding for decency green spaces verses burning sites and the only western country where the children own the night. its their right of passage or coming of age but any fool could tell you that its all been staged orchestrated, by parental instructors with petrol bomb crescendos from a classical conductor. Cos this unfinished symphony of showing no sympathy to the other side survives thanks to bigotry, when hates a tradition, is it any wonder why the children won't listen? where community leaders used to carry out bomb plots pull you from the car, scar the road at the roadblocks, acronyms on the walls get higher and my mind is protected by the psyche of razor-wire. broken glass on the wall top stops young thoughts from out growing the rot and red bricks, they got concealed in their rucksacks police your own streets now thanks to the cut backs. And how am i meant to feel patriotic when my country is run by terrorists and alcoholics? I'll rise like a phoenix from the fire above all these damp streets and barbed wire Ceasefire!