Текст песни // - Void Of Vision , Drew York

We'll be the itch you just can't scratch, and this is one you can't fix with your hands Do you like that?
So keep them deep down in your pockets and keep hoping that the world forgot all about this
When all the lines are read between, you'll begin to find nothing is as it seems You call this freedom of speech? I say that freedom's been breached
So show your fucking teeth
What's the difference between the world that's under your feet and the world that we need?
Can you tell me?
What does our future hold?
Streets filled with children of chrome led to believe they're paved gold Wake up, break the mould
Are you listening?
So raise your glass for the man of the evening, this is a toast from the world you're deceiving;
"You ignore the voice and take away discretion, but blink for a second, and you've got kids locked in detention centres
How can you turn a blind eye with such ease? Since when did we become that naive?"
Tongue tied, twisted, tucked away Let's hear it for youth decay
I can hear the serpent sing
If you're not angry, then you're not listening So listen in