Campain Speech (ITV) (Remix)

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In mournin' at your wake, buried in a South Wales Echo
Mouth thinks thoughts of the slums, mouth tells tales of the ghetto
Every paper claims to be society's Observer
Pullin' your paranoia closer, pushin' your anxiety further
Writin' truth on the wall, reading lies in the Mirror
Listenin' to the mouth of a murderer, lookin' in the eyes of a killer
Anti-social cunt, who cuts family ties with a scissor
The mortem you post is the fuckin' demise I deliver
This is the type of shit my counsellors hate when I Express
Litres in my pint, easy to swallow, pills on my plate, hard to digest
My mind, state's compressed
Meds manager my anger, everyone from my council estate's depressed
Foster kids gettin' fucking abused by their Guardian
Court drops the cases, picks up excuses and pardons 'em
Paedophiles playin' in the ground, discardin' the young
Politicians, religions and fuckin' laws are guardin' 'em

Didn't get the memo, because you wouldn't send the Telegraph
Listenin' to parents bitchin' on the radio cryin', watchin' bastard kids on the telly laugh
Offer you a full house, but only sell you half
You're off the grid now, fell off the graph
Writin' white lies we're silly cunts readin' blackMail
If you can't see the truth, you can't hear it, I'm writin' rap in braille
We won't accomplish shit in life, if we go to school and fail
We'll succeed in death, if we pick the wrong tool in jail
Killer instincts starin' through people
Expression on my face I'm wearin' is lethal
Websites go comparin' us like we're equal
Look at the bracket on our taxes, cost of dyin' sharin' a receipt full
Lookin' at the Stars, readin' zodiac signs
Hands on lithium, clockin' up Lustral, these are Prozac times
Spread your sheets in columns, wrap your throwback crimes
If your caught slippin', you'll end up smokin' crack between the lines

F*ck your train of thought, jump in front of a Metro
In a system you're stuck, they won't let go
Draftin' over your balance, that's when regrets show
Pull your card, flood you with credit, watch your fuckin' debt flow
Every day we review The Suns minority report
Speech don't have fuckin' freedom with a priority thought
Already heard the verdict the majority bought
Half the jury's already been hung by the authority court
They complain about lyrics, but look at the images they display
Join the gang, it's wrong to live like that, go to Iraq it's right to die this way
Reality I write with fiction, but it's too much of a risk to play
Terrorists cut a throat last night, but I can't slice a rapist's wrist today
Wouldn't fuckin' wish for any child to grow into my pains
You can't hear me through blind frames
There's no station who wants to play my mind games
Every fuckin' cast is too broad to channel my migraines

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