The clock strikes thirteen we use the military clock derelict developments will make it like an eastern block you don't use text speak? it'll be subversive talk everybody in the country's turning into Gordon Comstock for three weeks we scrape by scrimp and almost starve fourth week in we're pure living it large tonight dinner's on me i'm buying everybodys round brainwashed by the adverts that seem to surround me, around every corner another day-glo sign reminding me of all the things that'll never be mine from fine dining and wine to two cars in the drive i don't get it man because i was brought up to survive between Thatcher, angry crowds the fear of mushroom clouds, i guess i wear my hoody as a pre-emptive shroud i swear i've been here before feels like when i was a kid the factory has closed down and the streets are un lit the shops shelves half stocked yet the prices still rise and i can feel myself caught in the cameras eyes just like its 1985... i feel myself caught in the cameras eyes Gaddafi! back on the front page again? sure i saw this as a kid watching it on News at Ten, is this a re-run? nah its just part two as we march to work in overalls of uniformed blue, drone planes drop bombs conflicts are ongoing tune in again for the six o' clock showing, kids trained for war from playing Call of Duty 4 telescreen-dialysis-machine is pumping out the scores, every time you score a head shot or critical hit you know the telescreen is increasing the drip the revolution will be televised in thirty second bursts advertisers prise my eyes open like John Hurt's. So someone put this down for the future generations cause everybody after us will need an explanation to why we talk in new speak in abbreviation worshipping the screen was not the point of creation, dont believe their lies then stand there all surprised when you feel yourselves caught in the cameras eyes just like its 1985... i feel myself caught in the cameras eyes This is not a work of fiction of the twenty-first century so come with me i'll show you all the paint splattered cemeteries beside the penitentiary adjoined to the barracks, they're rattling their sabres picking up their drumsticks and banners, cos here comes Hate Week which should be over soon enough if you turn the other cheek and don't raise your voice, it's best not to be seen so back inside and bow down to your rented telescreen, we still buy processed meals and call it double-plus-real. I remember city centre when it had a ring of steel and getting through the checkpoint felt like entering hell because it happened for real here i remember it well; it's fucking scary for a child being feared for your life only six and getting searched for a suspect device. it's scary for a child being feared for your life only six and getting searched for a "suss, suspect device" Smith 6079 Smith Smith 6079 Smith Smith 6079 Smith Smith 6079 Smith Smith 6079 Smith Smith 6079 Smith Smith 6079 Smith Smith 6079 Smith "This is the way things are going at the present time. In our world there will be no emotion except fear, rage, triumph and self abasement. The moral to be drawn from this dangerous, nightmare situation is a simple one. Don't let it happen, It depends on you"

Listen up and check this i'm gonna wreck this sick annd tired and pissed so someone throw up a fist do i have to insist you show me where to enlist? because i've felt deaths kiss and seen his bandaged wrists stream of consciousness words rewrote the rhymes that i heard made them relevant to me and rhymed them grinding on kerbs my whole town was for sale I fought Atlantic gales like living on a sinking ship but no ones ready to bail Every one of us looking the answers no ones taking the reins tried singlething on the menu short of searching for veins sink deep and hit the bottom before you know that you're there when a day felt living straight feels like you're coming up for air outgrown that zone, man knew that i had to leave to grow something to new it needs space to breathe or I'd use to abuse not refuse & infuse grooves with fresh views to lose is not what we chose so take a look at yourself you're busy ticking all the boxes obnoxious with your spoken word synopsis pulling in the harbour like a ship at the dock is or hopping on the train but can't tell where your stop is? oblivious! to how we've alreadty given this a run for its money yet you're the revisionist and frivolous with your onstage delivery your rhymes need time just like the Bushmills Distillery