Miles Better - Fahrenheit 449

Life's just a big string of bad decisions
Mad and hinging, in a fitted kitchen
Netflix binging apocalyptic visions
Real life as exciting as a pot of pish is
Yeah we all want wishes, bowl's of goldfishes
Souls hope to overthrow get no swimming
Lessons our pain, move closer to the fire
Remove all you need give you all you desire
Yeah light up the pyre's
Time's come to burn the survivors
As night turns the streets will run riot
A no deal Brexit's the new fad diet
Don't bank on the food being safe
Flex on the poor get your face re-arranged
Debt makes unsure people, markets get gamed
Great Britain, sharpens it aim
And they've put you right in their sights
So do you flee or d'you fight
Al get so fleeing a might
I've got the ra on my mind
Stamina stacked in this spare time
Product is yours but the labor is mine
I laugh at living a safe life
Future was lost around 450 Fahrenheit
And yet I still write, guess it's in spite
Fuck your limelight
And run your hindsight
I'll burn this mic like the parliament should
A don't do arguments dude
Head to in books to spare yous a look
One word from this dialect leaving you shook
The traps for the smartcunts get back tae schoool

Here's hoping we miss dystopia swerve
Can't cope when the thoughts turnt phobias
Pro soviet, no, colonial coated in opiates
Hoping to cope wae it

Written by:
Paul Wardrop

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