Текст песни Politician Thief (Don't Sub My Liminal) - Original Mix - Tobias Zaldua , I Am Fya

I was a teenage adult
Fighting my own little war
Endless door doors
Hospital corridors

Looking for some role in life
Far away from yours

Saw the rich man in the centre
With the chosen few
Between those who can do
And those who cannot do

All the doors we ran into
All the doors we'll push right through
Forest floors to corridors
In a world that was not yours

All the walls we ran into
All the walls we'll push right through
Looking for the skylight
And out into the night

They want to take our rights away
Listen to every word you say
Well when did I agree to this?
I say it's none of your business

Set the old against the young
As if the old were never young
As if old age will never come
To the young

All ages become the same
You'll see how fast you change

Tinker tailor soldier sailor
Rich man poor man beggar man thief
Tinker tailor casualty saviour
Rich man priest celebrity deceased

Thinker maker pop star failure
Torturer jailor activist police

Rich man in the centre
With the chosen few
Between those who can do
And those who just won't do

All the doors we ran into
All the doors we'll push right through
Firewalls and corridors
Marble hears new footsteps fall

All the walls we ran into
All the walls we'll push right through
Rip up rules and stumbling blocks
Pick up speed like falling rocks

Sell the idea
That one day it could be you
And you'll join the chosen few
Yes you'll join the chosen few
So you tolerate inequality
Thinking one day it will be me
And I'll be rich happy and free

Whohoohoo
Whohoohoo

Rich happy free

All the elites were on the street
And they were begging
And they couldn't understand
Why no one was helping
'Cause they'd long since
Bred out our empathy
With non stop news
And furious apathy

Tinker tailor soldier sailor
Rich man poor man beggar man thief
Tinker tailor soldier sailor
Pop star failure torturer jailor
Activist police celebrity deceased
Thinker failure casualty saviour

I never did put my hand up to ask
How did I get on this side
Of the bullet proof glass

No reality and no bullet can reach me
This glass class divider protects me
And in this plush prison
I've grown to resent
The tedious restrictions of my government
And now I'd like to impose
These limitations on you
I build a mental prison for you
Same as the one I was voted into