NO ISLAND OF DREAMS


They practice so-called justice, law and order their first trick 
They practice so-called justice and soon they'll want our necks 
They think we are their scapegoats, they look down on me and you 
Well just let them believe that, until its time to see who's who 
Sometimes I wonder how much longer it will take until people start to realise that the law is but a fake 
But across the world rebellion's restrained and turned against itself by the media's brain 

First it's the facts, then they're attacked 
Chained to their lies to maintain pride 
Always one side, always their side 
Never our side, fuck the lot 

Always titles, always disciples. They're packaging bullets for the rifles 
People are dying, people are crying, while other people are mystified 
People are dead, the colour was red. Lives are through, the colour was blue 
People are fighting while people are writing. But I realise someone is hiding the truth 

There's pressure in the east, pressure in the west. The pressure's building up but the rulers know best 
How to hold back the masses who beg and demand. For the slightest chance in a change of command 
A command that forces a lifestyle of sin. Then picks up the pieces and locks them in 
That has the power and time to access and control enemy number one - the press 

'People die in horror cell' on the front page of the Sun 
Then the page is turned and the real fun has begun 
The horror is diluted as the page three girl arrives 
Shapely tits, big bulging arse, a sparkle in her eye 
More and more and more and more the horror becomes distant 
It's swept aside with packaged lies, presented like a present 
And the time it's taken in is as your team is winning 
A person's died, another's lied, but there's no sign of the killing 

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