Uprising Of The Return To War

Written at the fathers house must be something about the upper class that pisses me off

Sent away to a foreign land

Left to die choking on sand

Joined campaign for reasons unseen

Hate the world for what could have been

Fought across for too many years

Seen maggots dripping from the ears

Zombies in suits do not conform

If you watch your back forever more

Attack from the front blood stains the floor

How can you say seen it all

Mother f****r, f**k you all

Lose my mind on a state pension

Dancing free in the sick tension

This is the old school diabolic

Children fed on words of arsenic

Pour a glass of cyanide

White faced suits running to hide

Turn your face and appreciate

Your dead creations focused hate

Laugh no more they have returned

Laws are broken houses burned