just like cancer
you keep cutting
until you know for sure
just like lancing a chancre
you scrape
until the blood runs pure
just like dressing a burn
you scrub and ignore the screams
til the flesh is like new
just like now
you must accept that some good must die
to ensure that all the bad is removed

no news may be good news
but your silence is violence
when im waiting to see
if im waiting to be seen
as a statistic or a patient
of the perpetual NHS crisis

two undred miles
burrabar twenny thousan leagues
away from ere
is a place called londinium
the land of dreams
the land of fears
fulla ten million foreigners
as different from us up ere
as dee are from each udder

the wisdom of crowds
suggests he who shouts loudest
and asks no questions
speaks for all

paranoia and parabellum
the perfect cocktail
go prepared for peace
prepared for war
prepare yourself to fail

cross the road faux samaritan
try to get some perspective
theres another world running parallel
you need your course corrected

i pray for armageddon
to all the gods in all the heavens
i beg mars gather his brethren
i call upon shiva to destroy again
i summon the titans wrath to free us
from our fatal flaw of fealty
in this pantheon to idiocy
we have created
dominating ourselves
in its insidious conquest