Notes

"Anti-Ilya Rebellion"
I'm wanted, but-but, I'm wanted,
Gave you a warning, fat cats, they're coming,
Mid-morning, bulldoze the common-wealth,
It's all boring, bleak, grey and homely,
We don't want it to go, no, we're honest,
Dictator dead, and we're crying,
Loosen up, enough to lose a life to lies,
You're so caught up in the steam, steam demise
Life, are we winning? Right, I'll repeat it,
Why, are you not answering me when I speak?
I'm blind! Blind! Blind! Blind-sided.
Can't fight it, you gotta deny it,
Conditioned, it took some time, and,
Don't write down, in invisible ink, cause we've got,
A right to protect you, right to ignore you,
Peter, you're all I've got and I'm patronised,
That you'll knock my infrastructure down,
Cow, you're just a clown,
Big blue nose and a style like a yout,
Conditioned, human condition,
Shave head, and walk with precision!
White nose, and monotone jacket,
My son asked 'what's in the packet?', is it,
Worth a dime or two to you or me?
Corduroy dreams have made me fall asleep,
Psychic, like it, lump it or not,
The storm is coming, brace for the rot,
Aspartamine, in my blazer,
Graduate by my parents favours!
I was not the favourite when I was growing up,
I asked for little love, the fucking killer bug,
Just like a fucking fly, inside my nasal tun-
Nel, I'm waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting,
In a room that's never fucking closing,
A sad woman, do you want to kill yourself?
I hear silence, voices come from someone else,
It's just second hand drama, copy paste trauma,
Can't breathe underwater? You'll end in the slaughter,
I keep wheezing and taunting, laugh covers me,
Honestly, it's easier, just make out with the fever bug,
The hospital will grieve for ya,
But goverments are so bemused, money count is overused!
Got out voted, boo, I'm back again, screw you,
Maybe I'm omnipresent, I'm not your fucking dude,
He's on his pedestal, and idolising dawg,
His morals are transparent - an idealistic foe!
Oh he's so dreamy, fuck, that boy's so schemey,
Plotting under his parasol, have a feeling he's manic though,
Pedant for a typo - primary school education,
He won't remember a thing, his parents torn him apart,
But he's so strong in a smart suit, he's all grown,
Up, and he's all hung up, to clutch the last of love in modern life,
Before the androids take over and make flight for the sky
Mars is imminent, cars are livid, they're got thought, you cynic!