It's just social commentary mate. That's all it is. Social commentary. It doesn't need to make sense if it doesn't make sense. How can you make sense out of something so senseless anyway. Look, fuck it.

Modern day poetry, emotions in lyrics
A painter with a voice fuck if they hear it 
Don't need to be loved but will be respected
Defy socialites and political correctness
I flirt with the liars
Wouldn't piss on you if you was on fire
Burn baby burn baby burn baby burn bitch 
Arsoned the things I felt so concerned with
With a pat on the back like yeah well you earned it
What did you learn kid what did you learn kid
Icke vs Wogan Taker v Hogan
I didn't mean to kill Goliath just slightly provoke him 
I know we all have some issues
Tear down the trees for some boxes of tissues
Asked for a scratch but those fuckers just itched you
They closed up the wound but neglected to stitch you 

2.4 children the families dysfunctional
Sit round a table and lie it's uncomfortable 
About their great days smiles on their face
With heads full of anger and hearts full of hate
How was your day it was fucking shit
I hate my job how about you kids 
School was shit I'm falling behind 
But you're so ignorant you can't see the signs
That distant love
Moan to your pals when you're pissed in a pub 
Moan and moan like you never had choices 
If you had an opinion why didn't you voice it?
Why give a voice to the voiceless. 
Feeding parasites is completely pointless
Empathy you say
You need to let them cunts go they'll learn some day 

Analyse... the shrink had a wet dream 
Patterns of people digging holes with some Ket fiends
ID crisis Bruce Wayne and Bruce Jenner
Icing a fruit cake with some melted Fruitella
So tasteless obscene 
Woke up to sale smack as he chases his dream
Whilst they chase a dragon in the garden with Adam
Since Eve put on clothes she's become a burlesque Madame 
Raving in Eden green apples she's feeding 
To these euphoric ravers who ain't into sleeping 
All pupils no iris flickering eyelids 
The gateway to more till they get where the pipe is 
Them 5am convos where you question what life is 
I question my sanity in rhymes and I type it
That guy in the suit boshing back them milk thistles
If he fails that piss test then it's instant dismissal 

I don’t fucking get these humans. I feel disconnected from the human race as I watch them carry out their rituals, funerals, weddings, certain days of the year such as Christmas. I mean, they’re lives revolve around such unimportant control mechanisms. Maybe I’m just too cynical? People mourn Hollywood actors but disregard news of families being slaughtered in poorer parts of the world. I guess being bubble wrapped and controlled by the TV is what it’s got to do with. But unless tragedy happens on their own doorstep it’s merely an occurrence - a fictional occurrence. It’s fucked up!