LYRICS:

Fear
The spectacle of fearsome acts
Somebody steals from me
I cut off his hands
He offends me
I cut out his tongue
He rises against me
I cut off his head stick it on a pike
Raise it high up so all on the streets can see
That's what preserves the order of things
Fear

The apple pie turned to crumble when the locals had a purge
They didn’t like change who made our punch taste of turd?
An ancestral favourite recipe always crafted so respectfully
Until the giant outsiders came and abused their women sexually
Take your colonising asses back home
You’re all riddled with sin so don’t you dare cast that stone
Take those stones put them in a crack pipe and smoke until you’re dead
Leave our special leaves and take the coca leaves instead
But they didn’t leave they chopped down ancestral trees
And brought the natives to their knees until they were no longer free
Now there’s blood on the mud and bodies in branches
Heads on spikes, the new order has landed
The authoritarians decorated the place with black-and-white images
Commissioned from Protestant minimalists then concreted villages
A war on drugs, a war on your consciousness
Human factory farming and tests on your responsiveness

Wars fought over turf
Lives lost over pieces of dirt
Revolutionaries demonised
Mother Earth colonised
Stolen culture commodified
Wars fought over turf
Lives lost over pieces of dirt
Revolutionaries demonised
Mother Earth colonised
Stolen culture commodified
Modified genes each regime modernised

We don’t envy your responsibility said the free folk to their leader
As the greys arrived to watch the atom split and be burst
Over fragmented lands there is a new unrest amongst the species
When the tribes conformed to nations now that’s when they got greedy
What if these colonisers get their shit together and make it out to space?
And shit in the cosmos’ punchbowl and fuck the entire place?
The other dimensional light beings try to reach out to the Free-folk
Through the remaining ancient trees the ancient recipe was re-spoke
Into existence by rebel splinter cells
And the message rippled outwards with the help of some machine elves
But when the colonisers decided to kill God is when it really got complicated
But to explain that we needed to hire the best painters in the Galaxy to paint it
For it cannot be described in words or furthermore a song
And the moral of the story is we don’t truly know what’s going on
Open your eyes
On this plane of existence
But just please for Pete‘s sake just keep the punch away from shit cunts

Wars fought over turf
Lives lost over pieces of dirt
Revolutionaries demonised
Mother Earth colonised
Stolen culture commodified
Wars fought over turf
Lives lost over pieces of dirt
Revolutionaries demonised
Mother Earth colonised
Stolen culture commodified
Modified genes each regime modernised