Dishonoured - Dan Bull

The Empire’s got a new boss

Delilah Copperspoon, what a loon, not human, too posh

Her city’s a machine and I’m a loose cog

I’m popping out the wall like a cuckoo clock

To move across rooftops in two hops

I’m mute, but if I need to, I’ll blow the roof off

And kudos to you lot, that do what you’ve got to do to follow through and shoot

a true shot

When a bolt from the blue shocks you

I’m going to watch to determine who’s true and who’s not

The world’s bursting with vermin and parasites

Who surface disturbing this permanent paradise

Cannibalising itself then metabolising the toxins

And we’re shocked when it’s paralysed

I know violence is glamorised so I have analysed and agonised on every dying

man I’ve sliced!

Take back what’s yours

Walk through floors, walls and locked doors

Take back what’s yours

'Til warm water pours from all your pores

Take back what’s yours

All aboard, pull the oars 'til we storm all your shores

Take back what’s yours

'Til your foes crawl gory floors on all fours

There’s smoke and dust choking us

I hope it won’t combust

It’s coating the mechanism of oppression’s spokes with rust

There’s only so much that we’ll let our load be pushed

To the overseers who oversee us I show disgust

How come they get the loaf while we beg below for crusts?

I don’t trust them just as far as I could throw the fucks

And when stones are chucked, bones are bust

Wounds are opened up

Resistance and revolt’s a must

We’re going for broke or bust

Fed up of hanging 'round shanty towns in hand-me-downs

I’m tracking down your family if you don’t hand me the crown

Today’s the day that I will finally find the fire inside

To come and claim what’s rightfully mine

I’m tripping the kingdom and crying for

Children, men, and women to rise

Your tyranny’s rivers are dry

My, this is a riveting sight

In the blink of an eye, you’re going to die

So think of your imminent plight

Give it a try

I decline to give up the fight 'til the end of my life

Take back what’s yours

Walk through floors, walls and locked doors

Take back what’s yours

'Til warm water pours from all your pores

Take back what’s yours

All aboard, pull the oars 'til we storm all your shores

Take back what’s yours

'Til your foes crawl gory floors on all fours

I’m going in

I’m of the inclination to instigate an insubordination

This is an incantation;

an invocation, invitation to an investigation

I’ll infiltrate, interpret and inseminate insider information

Incite intimidation in interrogation to get an

Indication of the indignatious indoctrination

Inundated in her nation

Of integration, immigration, indiscrimination, interrelation

And inflammation in inhabitation under industrialization

Innocuous inoculation against an infestation

Insinuation?

Incrimination

Implication?

Incarceration

It’s an illustration of the inculcated inconsideration

Incubated in us since her installation

The inauguration initiated intensification of

Inebriation imitating inspiration

Intoxication impersonates invigoration

Instrumental in inhibiting imagination

Innovation replaced with irritation

Infatuation with infuriation

Illumination with immolation

Incineration and inhalation of the vapour’s incapacitation

I’m impudent indemnification’s insolent incarnation

Your argument just is invalidation

Take back what’s yours

Walk through floors, walls and locked doors

Take back what’s yours

'Til warm water pours from all your pores

Take back what’s yours

All aboard, pull the oars 'til we storm all your shores

Take back what’s yours

'Til your foes crawl gory floors on all fours