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We don't exist We don't resist We are just statistics We're shattered glass on broken crust, in this northern town of mistrust Aborted, policy snorted, left living distorted As the grease goes down into empty pocket It's image for profit Divide Divide We are worthless, we are careless, we need to care less Underhand tricks in backward sticks, ill thought out sick fix Fascistic screams, tokenistic dreams, provincial has beens Push to violence, crush the silеnce, nationalistic tyrants Divide Ah We don't diе, we multiply Won't submit to your cult of lies See the blood in the culprits eyes Divide We heard screams and we heard cries Seen burnt dreams for the first time See it's warfare and it's worldwide Letras de cancionesDivide Is all I hear when I turn on the news Still we don't have any word on the truth Tell me just what do we do Divide See I'm past the point of missing God We missed the ball and it's kicking off Democracy has failed and a solution is what I'm wishing of No Rishi, Kier, Nigel tier politician can sit this job We're better off with Gascoigne and his fishing rod (Haha) Now, just pissed me off (Rah), it don't sit with me right (Rah) All we do is just re-write the history it's not a mystery, it is the light (Light) Into the night (Night), read the propaganda get into the hype (Hype) This the the life (Life), bullets in heads if they miss with the knife (Knife) Powder and ice (Ice), cracks in walls brown and the white Evert city and town alike see a person down and strike (Woo) Divide Face down in the dirt, in the litter, in the shit, with the rats Unfinished neck tats and petrol station, flowered posts And blocks of concrete, high street ghosts, Treading bunting into the dirt And patriots, into the mire Television pantomime fools As union jacketed lovers drool Roll up to food bank queues and emptied church pews, weekend crews And there's strangers like statues on the kerb, I know, waving flags, dressed in rags Lines and lines and lines, of ruddy faced broken bile "You're not from this town, never seen you around" And it goes on for miles Loud, violent, puerile Parade fascist casuals, fair-weather bigots, metal plated views Glass strewn underpassed As tears are met with grunts And this cafe is closed for lunch A brisk suit stride, well fed and sweaty, fresh from the racks Ignorant to the cracks, they snide, the divide, as the dewy eyed collide Rose tinted semi on fools and trough gorging ghouls With millionaire schemes, and nothing at all in between Bleating tweeting class war If it wasn't so bleak it’d be boring But it's obscene, know what I mean? And they come, they trot trot trot into the next stage managed scene It's the end of our days and the blue bloods flowing Self serving and stale, washed down with fine craft ale Mild mannered murder, trudging through the towns piss, worked out to the tits Weekend drinker mayhem, the tills still ring so keep calm and sing Bloodied dance floor prancers, creeped up romancers As we barricade ourselves in our homes The carpet smoulders, and the wallpaper moan And the airport is shut by drones As Britain rolls over and sighs and moans, oh no Oh no, oh no The past has a hold, am I trapped can I grow? Oh no, oh no Is there a God let me know I'm chained up ready to explode, can a dog have a bone? Oh no, oh no See I'm mad let me go take my body but you cannot take my soul I will not enrol, do not tell me no Divide I see the streets decline there's never been peace of mind There's poverty read between the lines it must be design, the lies Divide From Paris to Palestine, we witness the maddest crimes Are we living in the saddest times, analyse For every woman and man alive Divide See I'm back again attacking till the end I gotta win again again and then again I gotta life I wanna live Yeah I wanna give but they want me killing men (Divide) I'm never chilling like I got a minute left I'm not a villain but I'm gonna give em hell I'm gonna give 'em everything I got Till the day I rot, pennies in a wishing well (Divide, for power) Big wings and a urge to fly (For greed) Some wanna be the last to live (For oil) I wanna be the first to die (For me) (Divide, for power) Like a bird in flight (For greed) I chase the burning light (For oil) Divide, you heard it right (For me) That's why I murder mics Divide, for power, for greed For oil, for me Divide for power, for greed For oil, for me Divide From Letras Mania