Force Fed Imagery Lyrics

Force Fed Imagery by Fliptrix

• Is this the way that it is?
• Or the way that's it gotta be?
• Date-rapes and robbery,
• Shops hotted up, bruv,
• It's just like Monopoly,
• Lifelines slide on like prices of property,
• High crimes and violence in this life of democracy,
• Nice times seem like a lie or a prophecy,
• We gotta stop the poverty,
• Stealing it from the lottery,
• Bredders are just a mockery,
• Fiending it like Pete Doherty,
• Dreaming of living properly,
• Living is what I gotta be,
• What I gotta be,
• As the daybreak wakes,
• I see a darker sun,
• Is getting knocked off the world,
• And disaster's come,
• It's got the father:
• “I'm lost for the answers son.”
• Like a last breath from my tarred up lungs,
• I'm so cross with the world that my scars leak blood,
• It's insane. My neck's hung,
• But not from death, from shame,
• I feel strange as I pace these plains.
• Force-fed imagery on the airwaves,
• Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase,
• Force-fed images straight to your screens,
• Force-fed images I've seen in a dream.
• Force-fed imagery on the airwaves,
• Force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase,
• Force-fed images straight to your screens,
• Force-fed images making you scream.
• I've seen A-Grade straight take, rape and cave in brains,
• But my ? stays quicker than rate of our climate change,
• Shit's fucked up bruv, it's like the diamond trade,
• And the fact that the state pays straight,
• Wastes papes at a minimum wage,
• It's despicable mate,
• Yo! A million villains are chilling, billing, dealing, killing the living
• Until they slip into prison,
• It doesn't make a difference if really they did or they didn't,
• The silly judges make the fickle decisions,
• With little admission,
• That's what'll cripple the system.
• At a militant rate,
• And every minute it's raised,
• So I'm livid with rage,
• Living in hate as the wickedest brer,
• Depicting pictures, grilling victims with the lyrics I make,
• It's sticky business building quickly on the illest estates,
• A million slaves,
• Grace the image I place,
• Right here,
• Living here in the city which is filling with rage
• Force-fed imagery on the airwaves,
• Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase,
• Force-fed images straight to your screens,
• Force-fed images I've seen in a dream.
• Force-fed imagery on the airwaves,
• Force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase,
• Force-fed images straight to your screens,
• Force-fed images making you scream.
• Yo! I'm sly with the mystique,
• Depicting these sick dreams,
• Through means of a slipstream,
• Pristine screens slip clean off my lips like,
• Leaves in the wind's breeze,
• Under the tree of mystery I bleed imagery,
• Sick with the wish of a winning streak,
• Sins speak deeper than the whisper from the Grim Reaper,
• Grips around your heart in a second like a seizure,
• The streets bring heat like you're living with a fever.
• Force-fed imagery on the airwaves,
• Force-fed imagery, graffiti on the staircase,
• Force-fed images straight to your screens,
• Force-fed images I've seen in a dream.
• Force-fed imagery on the airwaves,
• Force-fed imagery; graffiti on the staircase,
• Force-fed images straight to your screens,
• Force-fed images making you scream.

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