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