The moral compass is spinning
Democracy’s light is dimming
The country faces ruin
The lies just keep on coming
No honour, dignity or integrity remains
In this government that fails and wanes
Scraping the bottom of the barrel
Our leaders are the worst kind of self-important, sociopathic rabble
Lies for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
Just keep feeding the lies to the dim witted.
Make sure we get all their money.
Let them starve and suffer, it’s so funny!
Throw parties while they’re dying.
Laugh and joke while they’re crying.
Lie about anything and everything.
Lie about lying.
Let the people die crying because thanks to us England is now dying.
While scraping the bottom of the barrel with nothing left
God promised I’ll make it, but not by myself
So when he gave me you, I felt heaven’s wealth
The vision in you took away my breath
It woke me up and guided me in the right direction
You gave me the knowledge before I made a selection
Of choosing choices I were meant to be best in
And the right paths to heaven, which I’ll later rest in
When the devil started messing, you were my blessing
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