The only way is up when rock bottom’s been hit

After your mind has been smeared from a fan full of shit

When life didn’t pan out quite exquisite

And you’re chewing real dirt tasting your own true grit.

It’s hard to be wholesome in a world so broken

Surrounded by sleeping minds afraid to be woken

Fractured leg-acies left bereft and unspoken

Whilst taken and took as a novelty token.

The denial of free thought and free speech through laws

Show the fights of the future won’t be physical wars

True freedom lives between those ears of yours

In the mind of a rebel who trebles their cause.