ONSIND LYRICS

"Pigs In The Green Room"

A chance encounter at a service station boiled my blood and left my brittle body shaking
It’s like I’ve travelled back in time, lager louts and violent crime,
a crimson cross to mark the spot, the god forsaken.

I see a fist connecting with a face
I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless racist reprobates
I need to feel like there’s something that’s worth saving in this place
But all I see is hate.

How we struggle to find meaning in the ‘facts’
A dialogue so porous that the language drips and trickles through the gaps
Each word uttered loses pertinence and tact
Muted by the noise of the attack.

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