SLAVE TO THE SYSTEM - Rat Boy

We say freedom!

They say what d’you want that for?

We say justice!

They say you don’t know what you’re asking for

Fuck this!

I’m gonna take my own stands thanks a lot

Here we go, no turning back

So cut the crap

Now, I’m a dead end soldier in a dead end job

In a dare down world where they treat me like a yob

I’m a fighter but you know I’m at the last round

I was quick on my feet but now I’m slow and steady to the ground

Propaganda like I see from they live

They give fuck all to those beneath the six

Sometimes I feel like free speech means nothing

'Cause we’re fucking screaming and no one’s even listening

(Don't)

Don’t be a slave to the system

(Won't)

I Won’t be coming back to Britain

What’s my decline

I’m running out of time

Before the heartless government

Try to take what’s mine

Privacy your liberty what’s that?

Gentrified london and kids in daddy’s money flat

I heard he works for some sort of advertisment

You’re the next product of your enviroment

Im forgotten like the rotten plans for the future

Wrapped in cotton who’s been Shotting for my posture

I’m not a posh one yeah I’m still a lost one

And if you want I’ll send my rust for your retina

(Don't)

Don’t be a slave to the system

(Won't)

I Won’t be coming back to Britain

What’s my decline

I’m running out of time

Before the heartless government

Try to take what’s mine