Lyrics Spec of the Society - Miles Better

I get myself telt, cos I am the joke
2 am again the great barrier is reefer smoke
I am the code, programmed by my phone
Sit in a room laughing alone
This nations alienating y'know
Monsoon's soon come to your town
Traipse round Glasgow City
With my head in the rain clouds
It's vain out So flick the light & pull the covers
Can't cope with the fight that I'm stuck in
Discovered I'm too stubborn to ask
For hope from above us, I'm scunnered
Strategies of ambition
Closely resemble malnutrition
In society's spectacular vision
There's no actual living
Just conspicuous consumption
Cannae kick it, no got the gumption
For the love of something
This work week's a burden
Creative expression will have to wait
Until depression ceases, a beg am dreaming
But know that I ain't done that in years
Cess cessation, better eating
Riddled me a cunt like Morgan
In front of my peers

Fear strikes fast, my feet sink
In this fierce quicksand, step light
Here's a helping hand

If someone asks you
Where you gonna be in 5 years
Dinghy the question
I'm living the best I can given the sentence
Dignity stands the test of time's essence
I'll still be myself that's imperative
Outside appearance is all fucking relative
Only keep friends
If they love you like relatives
Know in your heart
You deserve nothing less than it
Don't measure your time in this box
Scribble the walls till illusions all drop
Co-exist with the crop
But only if you know that u can just stop
Or make cash off the back of it
Just know that cash ain't the catalyst
I'm constantly clashing with Capitalists
No conscience
They'll laugh at the drama you're in
And try to sell the solution
But if there's no proof in the pudding
I'm lactose intolerant, no bothered
You only conquer a mountain by walking it
One step at a time
Stay centred to the breath at my side
No time for the snide, don't rewind
Be kind, throw peace signs in wartime
And wake before sunrise
I don't trust my eyes
My guts got it all figured out
Silver linings shimmer in blue skies
Screaming, hey! get off my cloud
Some borrow clout to hollow out
A stomping ground but honest crowds
Will often doubt
But I've borrowed nowt
And fought my rounds to knock you out
Fuck the crown
I've found my sound