Except from the lies which you creatednYour thought of lies becoming datednRuin our lives then plead for supportnThe noose around your neck is getting tortnnSlit your own throatnYour ignorance is hard to believenDo you want to see this country bleed?nStuck in a rut full of rotncomplaining about things you haven't gotnnDisrupt the lives of those aroundnIt´s time you lot were undergroundnBut no-one hears you when you start to moannSulk in self pity til the cows come home