Used, Abused, Unamused (Icons of Filth)

Fear is the maintainer of this living death called system Lied to to comply and never ask why There’s people out here building bombs People out here righting your wrongs People out here dying in pain People out here crying in vain People out here who just want grain While you just sit and watch playing life and death games Still, we accept it ’cos you know best No you don’t, just a few can’t rule the rest So much we could do if we’d only realise Like fighting for peace instead of watching the skies Like seeing our stupidity, blindness, hilarity As being only moulded so we can then maybe clarify Instead of turning a blind eye to maintain some sort of sanity There’s a big difference between need and greed They tell us ‘sign this box, we’ll make things better’ They’re out to fool you, you’ve got to be clever Voting concedes incapability to run your own life Well how would you know if you ain’t ever tried? Gotta fight back and refuse to be ruled, To show that we care and we ain’t no-ones fools We don’t have to stand for the games that they play Used, Abused, Unamused? Yeah, every day. Confidence tricksters they take us for a ride Political jokers, but I don’t see the funny side They use to the full this system they’ve perfected Political jokes are funny but not when they get elected I can see it’s all crap, I’m not as blind as they tell me It’s a using, abusing, unamusing story Maybe we’ll all see we’re not as blind as they think See the chains? Be yourself. Smash the links.