Government’s made another decision
we’re addicted to being imprisoned
What a revision, forced rescission
Acting like it wasn’t their decision
That screwed up everything into undefined subdivisions
King of elisions, lizard provision
This is why I don’t watch television

When I told you to level with me and tell me “when will we get out?”
I meant without having to worry about another outbreak sprout
Now you tell me you don’t care what I do as long as that I don’t doubt
The efforts to relabel the right thing to do as a “handout”

Fuck you

Put some
Mettle in the vow (x4)

You think I like being here?
Living each day with fear?
Wondering whether we were wasting what was working with
Staying the fuck away
From anyone who might spray
Pathogens poised potentially permeating people’s plinth
You’re dam right it’s a scheme
A greasy snake-oil salesman’s dream
Taxing totalitarianism to Trump temperate treaties
Fuck the new normal
From something shit to something awful
Blatantly buggered by bastardised bourgeoisie

Am I selfish if I wanna stay in the black and white room?
Away from the doom?
I’ve decked my house with the verve of an Egyptian tomb
Proud to consume
The materialism that distracts me from all the displume
Of society’s gloom
I’ve practiced for this since I was kicked out of my mother’s womb
I’m not ready to bloom

So put some
Mettle in the vow (x8)

It wasn’t so long ago
They were willing to kill half a million or so
Gentrified genocide’s genuinely justified, judiciaries joke
But they pretend to laugh
When you snap them for a photograph
Fallacies flounder flagrantly for fuhrer-fearing folk
So don’t pity the fool
Who makes killing fields out of schools
Empathy exits every event etonians escape
Accept the misery
We’re on the wrong side of history
Routinely resisting redemption, replicants relate

Am I selfish if I don’t wanna die for their bloody little ‘cause
Festering with flaws?
I still got alot I can offer the world or so I like to think
I’m right on the brink
Of finalising the formula for Nirvana here on Earth
Gonna earn what I’m worth
Otherwise all this time I’ve wasted here was barely spent
Not even worth one cent
So put some
Mettle in the vow (x8)

Maybe on the other side I will get fortified
Become the person that’s deserving of my mother’s pride
I could be the saviour so successful we can relish the respite
Or a raconteur that prefers to blind the darkness with the light
I could do great things with my hands, that no church could reprimand
Sear images in your brain, to help you forget all the pain
I could be someone that helps you contemplate reality
I could do anything if I knew what I wanna be
I could do anything if I knew what they wanna see
I could do anything if I knew what is wrong with me
I could do anything, I could do anything
OH GOD IF I COULD DO ANYTHING
WHY DO I CHOOSE TO KEEP ON DROWNING?!

I NEVER LEARNT HOW TO BREATHE
IT ALWAYS CAME NATURALLY
AND NOW I HAVE TO LEARN IT ALL OVER AGAIN
DON’T KNOW WHERE TO START, WHAT DO YOU RECOMMEND?!
DO THEY FEAR AS MUCH AS ME?!
I DOUBT IT, YET SUPPOSEDLY
BEHIND THEIR GLASS EYES LIES THE LAST OF THEIR HUMANITY!!

Maybe it’s too late for them
Maybe it’s too late for us
But I’m willing to take everything I am
and break it all down to dust

Make something good for once
On behalf of the runts
Who never stop wondering why they’re here,
as the seconds turn into months

Maybe that’ll be enough
It’s probably gonna get rough
But I have to try, I have to prove
My life is not a bluff

But I know I’m gonna need help
With my own mental health
I’m an atheist with a god complex
I don’t believe in myself

So I’ll put some mettle in the vow
Put some mettle in the vow