Buy It for the Riot - Dikta

london streets burning

we’re on tv — worthy

flowers have become dirt, got new crops to feed

to break whatever they see, to get what they need

the world is mine — clearly

I bring it down my way

who the hell are you to tell me I’m misinformed?

the system is broken and soon you’ll be turning on

the future is at war with something it can’t recall

is it right to fight the man, a man against man?

overseas hiding

I’m telling you it’s alright

find the talking points while we water the seed

you will know when it’s time to pick out the weeds

london streets, broken

silently — you should…

try to be tough, to be free, to be young again

to sing all the songs in your head that make you a man

gather the soldiers to march on, to terrorize

fight them since loving a thing can’t be thought of twice

south of the sun is the way of the modern man

to fall into darkness and stay there if he can

south of the sun is the way of the modern man

to think he’s the first to walk on open land