Gimson - Citizen of Nowhere

Listen, one day these facts may save your life
They look like they're trying to get people to be uniform
Then you can control them
You're a citizen of nowhere
If you love the world
Never
Pledge allegiance to any one country
They're all corrupt
But if you believe you're a citizen of the world
You're a citizen of nowhere
You're a citizen of nowhere
You're a citizen of nowhere
The rise of the hard right, greed has signed a death wish
A lopsided monologue, we've forgotten what left is
Trapped in this never ending clockwise rotation
We smeared blood on times hands through political arrangements 
Shepherds distract herds with new forms of entertainment
And sell off their wool in a bidding war with Satan
Now it's freeze or evolve whilst they feast on your soul
Like the tweet of a troll echo defeat has its toll
Selling pounds of disbelief through the sounds of gritted teeth
The procrastination of a coward if he was only loud enough to speak
Propaganda in a preacher, it's littered in the streets 
Each concrete pair of eyes take the freedom from your feet
Closed borders, closed minds, life in metaphoric tunnels
Theres real homeless in tunnels from these economic funnels
Have a break have a Kit Kat there's no tax when you're this fat
Marking up a map with the scent of your piss flaps 
A musician who can't dance 
I'm not a musician I just rant
I don't rant I just mutter
If society had a gutter
Strangled in pink noise a plain Jane in the spectrum 
A musician who can't dance 
I'm not a musician I just rant
I don't rant I just mutter
If society had a gutter
Strangled in pink noise a plain Jane in the spectrum 
They look like they're trying to get people to be uniform
You're a citizen of nowhere
I watched the fall of the false idols on earths scorching surface temperatures
Content with the thought one day no one will remember ya
I'll be gone until November
In a city where times fabric has become so tender 
I pitter patter through the concrete in common branded sneakers
Sucking in the imagery of logo ridden t shirts 
No etiquette of who should speak first
Dog eat dog world, the more we change something seems worse
Shysters in a transit using back slang as their transcript 
Spores in the air as if smoking isn't banned yet
Burning rocks and gingivitis patients
Back handed arrangements, aristocrats and masons
Inhaling powdered forms of rocks those patients were blazing
It's frustrating
Seeking guidance from brave faces but are saddened when their mask fits
'Cause one day a mask slips
A musician who can't dance 
I'm not a musician I just rant
I don't rant I just mutter
If society had a gutter
Strangled in pink noise a plain Jane in the spectrum 
A musician who can't dance 
I'm not a musician I just rant
I don't rant I just mutter
If society had a gutter
Strangled in pink noise a plain Jane in the spectrum 
Reputations and urban myths got exaggerated over time
Discussing your former prime over sprits and wines
Name dropping has beens marvel over rich men who have things
Idolising false gods, misery is what that brings
Welcome to the skyline, psychopaths excel here
Colognes worn by narcissists that attract luck and repel fear
Dwell in this foul air polluted with corruption 
A plain Jane in the spectrum 

Written by:
SAMUEL GIMSON

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