Waste of Air LP

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A brutally dark hip hop LP full of doom and gloom.

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released December 22, 2017

1 Waste of Air (07:32)
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Guitar and Bass by Nathan Somevi
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

2 A Lazy Way To Happiness (03:10)
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

3 Mr Wendal (04:40)
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Guitar by Taran Stormes-Martino
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

4 Another Day In Paradise feat. Benji Clements (04:20)
Performed by Gimson and Benji Clements
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Guitar by Taran Stormes-Martino
Saxophone by Anton Walsh
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

5 Sloww (03:32)
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

6 Real Happiness feat. Rosko (04:44)
Performed by Gimson and Rosko
Lyrics written by S.Gimson and R.Thompson
Produced by Gimson
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

7 Dear Summer (03:04)
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

8 The Shrinks Wet Dream (03:36)
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Co-produced by Adrian Williams
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

9 We’re Just Children (03:58)
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Gimson
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

10 George Orwell (05:06)
Performed by Gimson
Lyrics written by S.Gimson
Produced by Rosko
Recorded by Twisted RootZ at his Nan's house
Mixed & mastered by Gimson at The Orchard
© Gimson 2017 / Crudely Cut Records 2017
℗ CD Baby Publishing 2017

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Gimson (pronounced Gym-Sun) is a Hip hop artist with a thick and distinctive West Country accent. The socially awkward 6 foot 4 inch rapper from Bath is a crude poet with a depth of imagination that is dark, cold and hard hitting. His raps are a social commentary consisting of heart breaking tales, dark humour and picturesque imagery. ... more

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Track Name: Waste of Air
VERSE 1:
Consuming horse meat and daffodils
For pudding it’s a wagon wheel
Stick it in a microwave and nuke that fucking plastic meal
Diets on a mass appeal
Hopkins with her fatty spiel
Mums been to Iceland for some ready diced vegetables
2 of your 5 a day murdered in a microwave
The others were potato with that deep fat fryer taste
Necking off the fizzy, it’s not cool cuz it’s diet mate
Zero grams of sugar with that same fucking dire taste
E numbers E fags, what are you smoking on?
Bong water stench in the air but your nose has gone
Who are they to tell you what you can and can’t focus on
Hands in the Wotsit bag, the mid day soaps is on
Should’ve never brought the bong out
GTA V and you forgot to take the dog out
A trapped active Staffy with an under active human
Things don’t add up Mr Jon Von Neumann
Edward Nygma, he was the same guy as Truman
You’re in a show Mr Burbank just for our amusement
Fish tank humans barely floating in your lounge room
The lies are on repeat and the stereo surrounds you
Another hack you’re bound to, going for a round 2
Days went by, you had a beard when we found you
No topic of discussion nothing worth discussing
Just the odd little spiel of how you used be something
Blame culture, a blaming bunch of blamers
People pay for life coaching and personal trainers
Is this lazy or brainless? Cotchin on your anus
These Z lists aren’t famous but still they entertain us
Tuning into frequencies we pay for on a monthly rate
Diabetic obese like life is so comfy mate
Traits of a parasite, don’t wash nor shower shite
If you polish turd it’s still waste it’s not paradise

BRIDGE:
I ain't having a good day to day
No opinion with too much to say
A thousand voices screaming anyway
But my negative vibes lead my mind astray

HOOK:
And I'm the only reason why I'm choking inside
I point my blame fingers all around me outside
Parasite inhaling them lies
Such a waste of air

VERSE 2:
Bullshit baffles brains like a marketing campaign
So you do as you're told you’re low in the food chain
Living off these folklores the evidence is so poor
Body is a temple at the weekends you’re a coke whore
Double standard a tongue full slander
Talk about events but you wasn’t there to have a gander
Regurgitate hear say regurgitate a text book
Regurgitate the TV you could be the next celeb cook
Sophisticated ignorance with no sophisticatedness
Paper chase chase a life of debt and dislocated trust
Protein junkies there's nothing that a jab won't fix
The fat of mammal to touch up them blow job lips
Heads in frustration one cube wrong on a Rubik’s cube
Consume so much shit we now think broccoli is a super food
YouTube comments I'm done with humanity
Entertaining your opinions is fucking insanity
Losing focus care for things of irrelevance
Addicted to our tech that slowly wrecks our intelligence
Caffeine fixes neck cans of red bull
Weekend eating MD with a can that is half full
Optimistic - see it's never half empty
But that's enough optimism for your negative memory
1% floating 99 drowned choking
There's probably a small figure of ones that stayed hoping
Blind faith gets laughed at pissed on like the bath mat
Discredit that lady she ain't nothing but a daft bat
Judgemental as you stand so divine
In the comfort of your solitude where the fuck is your spine?
Too egotistical to care a fistful of despair
Do nothing to act but say it’s not fair
Greedy fucking parasites there’s not enough to share
So you my fellow man are just a waste of fucking air

BRIDGE:
I ain't having a good day to day
No opinion with too much to say
A thousand voices screaming anyway
But my negative vibes lead my mind astray
I ain't having a good night tonight
The visions in me but there's no more fight
Heavy shoulders and my lungs are tight
As I beat myself senseless with my own foresight

HOOK:
And I'm the only reason why I'm choking inside
I point my blame fingers all around me outside
Parasite inhaling them lies
Such a waste of air
Track Name: A Lazy Way To Happiness
VERSE 1:
Whilst those fuckers were getting sniffed up and gambling in Vegas I dabbed 5 tabs and got lost in the lights
I'm a tourist in this realm and this here is to the postcard I'll never write
Here's to the pictures I've never taken because I was having too much fun in the moment to think about it
Frozen moments got frozen over time
As I try to memorise the taste of a divine fine wine
But my memory can not recall tastes,
It craves a chase of a sense that these taste buds can make
Satisfying addictions I am not yet addicted to
I seek pleasure and don't stop to see the pain it inflicts on you
They say drugs are a lazy way to happiness
Having children made me realise nothing can recreate the emotions that family does
No emoji, no hashtag, no digital flashback
No future, no promise, just this and we can have that
Just one single moment it's priceless not golden

VERSE 2:
I'm offended by all criticism even if it's constructive
Recreating art due to nit picking until you've lost your way and fucked it
I don't take these compliments well either, I feel I'm being patronised
So I make songs and don't release them in fear that they'll be chastised
And ruined by opinions, praises and bastard lies
My only promise received within this human form is that one day I will have to die
A smack head mum OD'ing with her baby on her titty
Not even the love of her child can save her from that nitty trap
The power of addiction, temptation and mental tax
Emotions aren't logic and hurt can't pretend its happy
A plethora of scattiness on a pursuit of chasing happiness
In the image of others trying to captivate a facade
Bravado, too far though, simplicity's hard
Imagine if I wrote music to be a rich superstar
And then I woke up...

BRIDGE:
Away in a manger, no crypt for a bed
Mr Wendal's still homeless
We're chasing plastic in the ghetto
They say that hope will never let go
Tell that to Antony's fucking neck rope
Track Name: Mr Wendal
VERSE 1:
Mr Wendal he's still giving out knowledge
But you dismiss a man of that class as a homeless alcoholic
View the world as a profit, no not a prophet
A profit like as in the size of you wallet
Claim they’re uneducated when speaking of teenage mothers
Until boys chirped you daughter corrupted her and fucked her
Your own flesh you love her you were too quick to judge others
Your family flaws yet again they get swept undercover
Tell me whats the difference between Brenda and your daughter
They both abandoned children but your family could afford her
You say raised her right don’t understand why she’s like this
14 years young all getting fingered in the bike shed
M-kat, white lightning, so young and exciting
Don’t know the first thing about her which makes this thing frightening
Where did daddy’s little girl go?
She went down hill as you climbed your career
And mum lost control when you were never there
She started fucking other men from you chose not to care
Climbed the ladder of success left your family beneath you
Like fuck your big salary they want you, they need you
Don’t know the kind of food your own daughter likes
What kind of shit that she’s into your detached from her life
And pop - there goes the bubble you’ve been living in
Declare yourself bankrupt the divorce starts kicking in
Now Brenda and her baby don’t feel a million miles away
Your daughter stays the same just fucking her life away
You should’ve maybe took some of Mr Wendals knowledge
Cuz he was like you before he’d seen it all and lost it

VERSE 2:
BLAM BLAM BLAM fuck a man for a half a gram
They're running rings around you back flips and hand stands
Because you seen mummy in the bedroom with another chap
You now don't have a pussy see you now have a cat flap
Open all hours to all the ways and strays
Your house is like a doss house cuz daddy works away
Mummy's on the bottle so she doesn't have a say
You’d tell daddy about her cheating if she tries to anyway
They call her Jezebel friends call her sket behind her back
Fucking little slag whore you've put it out for half the flats
Reputation is disgusting pussy getting pumped in
Bare back is nothing you like getting cummed in
You can't spend your life blaming shit on family issues
Get some fucking self respect no one else is gonna fix you
Getting woked out by these wrong-un’s and letting them infect you
And that's why they called you bitch I bet you

VERSE 3:
See mummy's on the bottle
She tried to balance life lost her balance and she toppled
Daddy doesn't love her I never see him hug her
His attitude is fuck her he doesn't wanna fuck her
And whys it gotta be so sad
Family bridges burnt cracked paths
The kids come first but they feel they are last
It's been so long since we shared some laughs
And we don't wanna hurt no more
Play the blame game cuz we're insecure
And you just want to feel you're loved
We scream, we shout, we drink, we drug
We don't know love were lost like
I’m so frustrated
This fucking drink has got me faded

Head shot
Drink
Sit down
Drink
Stand up
Drink
Pass out
Drink
Wake up
Drink
Faded
Drink
Faded
Drink

Now mummy I can feel your pain
Stress builds up it rots your brain
Searching for these answers of who and what you’re gonna blame
Like life coils up around your neck and starts to throttle
But the answers can't be found in the bottom of that bottle
Like what about your daughter
Who is meat in an abattoir out there getting slaughtered
She sees that you are hopeless and daddy don't support her
So she shares your burden and she shares your torture
Pregnant by a dick head she can't do this alone
So put down that bottle and make this house a home
Put down that bottle, make this house home
I said put down that bottle and make this house a home

And we don't wanna hurt no more
Play the blame game cuz we're insecure
Imprisoned in these walls but there ain't no doors
And we all we wanna do is just find a cure
And you just want to feel you're loved
We scream we shout we drink we drug
We don't know love were lost like
Fuck
Track Name: Another Day In Paradise feat. Benji Clements
VERSE 1:
Scabby septum got you talking out your rectum
About these family issues like your Garry Glitters step son
Dandruff on this debit card haemoglobin on the queens face
A non descriptive vocab explaining how a dream tastes
I couldn't give a fuck what the scene rates
Or more to the point give a fuck what the scene hates
Writing slow flows to burial
All over the place like a drone blown mural
Your veneer smile is ugly my gold ones no better
False smiles real feelings dialogues of sad letters
So no, we shouldn't take a selfie
We should probably put the bag away and get our heads healthy
Red sky at night sunrise Wetherspoons delight
For inebriated souls consuming breakfast and pints
One for sorrow two for joy the rest are for the fuck of it
There's levels to these issues we brought depression to the mother ship

HOOK:
I lost my mind at war with life
Another day in paradise
I'm burning down this web of lies
But it's hard to watch them burn
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard...

VERSE 2:
Her arms looked like a wall out of Auschwitz
No cosmetic aesthetics just long sleeved outfits
She makes that Cat Stevens song look like a fucking mockery
They blew up her husband around the same time as her property
Corporate boardrooms discussing sanctions on her borders
Medieval health care will not put legs back on her daughter
Can a blind man be a visionary?
Patient zeros at the revolution dishing out that dysentery
The freedom of fuck all mass gatherings get hosed down
Roaming around Nazareth in search of a rose crown
But what did you find there?
Addiction, whores, the most appalling of nightmares
And you can go ahead and try
But you're deluded if you think the world will listen to a grown man cry
They won't celebrate your birthday but they'll turn up when you die
With a eulogy of lies whilst you get crucified

HOOK:
I lost my mind at war with life
Another day in paradise
I'm burning down this web of lies
But it's hard to watch them burn
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard...

BRIDGE:
And when I turned my back on me I lost this fight
I watched this ego tear apart itself with pride
Innocence got lost and trapped in time
And it hurts to fall apart
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard...

HOOK:
I lost my mind at war with life
Another day in paradise
I'm burning down this web of lies
But it's hard to watch them burn
It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's hard...
Track Name: Sloww
VERSE 1:
The explosion of Silk Road fake MD from China 
Smut smears my pages and undignifies vaginas 
Let's talk in old money branded with our highness
Sceptical of digits that could spread a nasty virus
You know that bitch under the mattress shit
But papers useless when we're deforesting too blasted quick 
We reproduce like rabbits and give birth to these bastard kids
Monkey see, monkey do, we repeat just what the masters did
And now it's just one constant summer 
The baron desert streets all controlled by crazy gunners
The glare scorches your iris as you scavenge for new stunners
And rob a blind man of his Ray Bans because inflation is a fucker 
Each day's morally tasking as these narcissists are basking 
In an oasis spring feasting whilst the rest of us are fasting 
The states open for suggestions but those who go and ask them 
Get paraded through the streets before receiving vicious lashings 

VERSE 2:
It's ironic that the same people who try to teach you to be thoughtful 
Are the ones who criticise your dress sense and say that you look awful
That's some tough love fuckery, priests committing buggery
The definition of extortion lies right next to thuggery
Paint the town red with the blood of these slaughtered lambs
To celebrate that a rich man has taken your daughters hand
You celebrate that form of pimping
But never celebrate the middle men who do all your convincing
You watch the world burn like you fire proofed your thick skin
But didn't factor in the smoke nor the dioxide in your system 
Our father them man are not Christians 
They break bread with corporations and sneer at helpless victims
I once met an angel who had been baptised in a trap house
She was raised around the torturous sounds of OD's and cat shouts
One day a silver spooned teenager raped her on his dad's couch
But the lawyers crushed her law suit when she tried to call that brat out 

VERSE 3:
My mind wanders, rolling around in a clapped out Honda 
Costa coffee cost a fortune owing arms and legs to Wonga
Man said he was a dealer - mate you're fucking bonkers
You're the sediment of the food chain an Oompa Loompa to Willy Wonka
In the kitchen with that gas talk like someone left the cooker on
There was a rolled up note here 2 secs later I look it's gone
Thieving little scaly wags, back chatting pally slags
Walking talking virus' get squirted up with anti-bac 
Barry Scott with that Cillit Bang 
Rounding up your make shift troops like you was a minute man 
Those background yes man who only comment shit like "Innit fam"
I've seen the coolest of kid grow into such a timid man 
Agreement is some peoples only contribution
Get sold anything to a hustlers amusement 
Knocked down pegs as you argue with confusion 
They don't think about the words they say before they literally abuse them 
Track Name: Real Happiness feat. Rosko
VERSE 1:
Pledging allegiance to a stolen land 
Fields getting worked by a stolen man
With 2 swollen hands, survival of the fittest watch them swollen glands
The democratic republic of the Congo had 6 million deaths due to warfare in the 90's
Those hip hop golden years 
Blood diamonds and golden tears 
Half assed maps sketched by European liars 
Pants on fire, Tibetan monks, Chinese mineral buyers 
Lands acquired by climate change deniers 
Forest fires, smog, what you're respiring is dire 
You panic and start to scream but the waves crash in your throat 
In an ocean of despair in which you once thought you could float 
Drowning in your fears, your lungs flood with gasps of air 
We've came a long way on equality but we're still so far from fair 
Stuck in a simulation baffled by its mysteries 
Drugs no longer stimulate me now they just mask my misery 
Reading novels by these visionaries seeing perspective from our histories
Utopian chasers too cynical to spot any of their victories 
Climate change gets ignored by many as they care more for changing fashions 
We haven't proved it's man made but neither have we haven't 
5 million of the Jewish religion getting gassed in prisons like a bunch of super villains
Many more civilians, the African holocaust 
Facism is a cunt
Fuck you Donald Trump

HOOK:
Can we all share real happiness
Happiness
Can we all share real happiness
Happiness
Can we all share real happiness
Happiness
Can we all share real happiness
Happiness

VERSE 2:
We care more for domesticated animals than our fellow man
Tony Robinson vs piers Morgan in a triple threat ladders and chairs match with Ed Milliband
Broadcasted via a livestream from your favourite antisocial media scam
A young virgin Arab woman pushes a white baby Jesus in a designer pram, oh man
Praising false profits, no love shared just gossip
Whose the hot topic?
Plastic people with the personality of dust
All dwelling in the island of lust, the whole nation hooked I observe in disgust.
Digitised zombies, glazed over hombres, I intend to raise hell like Dante
When I murder the inc like Ashanti
When I murdered the inc like Ashanti
Roaming a Barron land filled with a trans-humanistic mind set
Where intellects just infects,
Keep them dumb an mumbling, where truth looks like ridiculed rambling,
At one with nature tripping off DMT around a fire camping,
Only find happiness in sampling, a reminder of a forgotten time,
It’s a reminder of a forgotten time, just like old days nigga

HOOK:
Can we all share real happiness
Happiness
Can we all share real happiness
Happiness
Can we all share real happiness
Happiness
Can we all share real happiness
Happiness
Track Name: Dear Summer
VERSE 1
British sea side resorts sun burnt vest lines and shorts
Patriotism tells immigrants to get back to the port 
From the sun burnt know it all with cartoon tattoos
Trying to make his country great with his extremist right views
Iron gut from hops hop hop to the loo
20 pence to try stop smack heads from doing what they do
Fat fucks divulging in frozen calf feed
The merry go rounds still lost in the same spot as last week
Cellulite, moobs, varicose veins
Society stains, Britain unchained
Brexit complains, exiles in Spain 
School dinner massacre round 2 of Dunblane
Jamie Oliver blames you for what you've did to these brats
Rolls up to school gates taking out all who is fat 
Headlines read "you want some burger sauce with that"
Katie Hopkins with her blame finger smug whilst she aims at 
Anything that slightly disgruntles White privileges 
Brain dead nationalists experts in pillages 
From game meat to Wall's, cities or villages 
A retarded high horse stud fucking the Britannic 

VERSE 2
You can't argue with black and white when it's robots policing streets
We are nature, mathematics grey area
Finding flaws in our holograph - particles of uncertainty
I find flaws in myself when you look at me a certain way
As if I truly am a self a separated entity
Most folk are simple only discuss who will win the league 
Engage in small talk about the weather and moan about the autumn leaves
Goodbye summer, hell has frozen over
No more 50 year cycles but they forecast it to get colder
Nationalism, police state, factories full of un-purchased shit
No employment line, employments now an urban myth
Abolished health care plagued with the starved and sick 
We went from a junk food culture to unwillingly starving kids 
We went from a junk food culture to unwillingly starving kids

VERSE 3
I wanna bask in the sun, I wanna bask in the sun 
I wanna glass full of rum, I wanna glass full of rum 
I wanna have me some fun but I can't have none 
Cuz neoliberalism just merked everyone
Boom, bust, boom, bust, boom, bust, crash
The final depression the days of last
Then we flooded the globe because of greed and class
No tickets for the arc with this worthless cash 
You will die down here for your planet is trashed 
And when the summer melts the ice it reveals our ash 
Dear summer 
Track Name: The Shrinks Wet Dream
INTRO:
It's just commentary mate. That's all it is. Social commentary. It doesn't need to make sense if it doesn't make sense. How can you make sense out of something so senseless. 

VERSE 1:
Modern day poetry, emotions in lyrics
A painter with a voice fuck if they hear it 
Don't need to be loved but will be respected
Defy socialites and political correctness
I flirt with the liars
Wouldn't piss on you if you was on fire
Burn baby burn baby burn baby burn bitch 
Arsoned the things I felt so concerned with
With a pat on the back like yeah well you earned it
What did you learn kid what did you learn kid
Icke vs Wogan Taker v Hogan
I didn't mean to kill Goliath just slightly provoke him 
I know we all have some issues
Tear down the trees for some boxes of tissues
Asked for a scratch but those fuckers just itched you
They closed up the wound but neglected to stitch you 

VERSE 2:
2.4 children the families dysfunctional
Sit round a table and lie it's uncomfortable 
About their great days smiles on their face
With heads full of anger and hearts full of hate
How was your day it was fucking shit
I hate my job how about you kids 
School was shit I'm falling behind 
But you're so ignorant you can't see the signs
That distant love
Moan to your pals when you're pissed in a pub 
Moan and moan like you never had choices 
If you had an opinion why didn't you voice it?
Why give a voice to the voiceless. 
Feeding parasites is completely pointless
Empathy you say
You need to let them cunts go they'll learn some day 

VERSE 3:
Analyse... the shrink had a wet dream 
Patterns of people digging holes with some Ket fiends
ID crisis Bruce Wayne and Bruce Jenner
Icing a fruit cake with some melted Fruitella
So tasteless obscene 
Woke up to sale smack as he chases his dream
Whilst they chase a dragon in the garden with Adam
Since Eve put on clothes she's become a burlesque Madame 
Raving in Eden green apples she's feeding 
To these euphoric ravers who ain't into sleeping 
All pupils no iris flickering eyelids 
The gateway to more till they get where the pipe is 
Them 5am convos where you question what life is 
I question my sanity in rhymes and I type it
That guy in the suit boshing back them milk thistles
If he fails that piss test then it's instant dismissal 

OUTRO:
I don’t fucking get these humans. I feel disconnected from the human race as I watch them carry out their rituals, funerals, weddings, certain days of the year such as Christmas. I mean, they’re lives revolve around such unimportant control mechanisms. Maybe I’m just too cynical? People mourn Hollywood actors but disregard news of families being slaughtered in poorer parts of the world. I guess being bubble wrapped and controlled by the TV is what it’s got to do with. But unless tragedy happens on their own doorstep it’s merely an occurrence - a fictional occurrence. It’s fucked up!
Track Name: We're Just Children
VERSE 1:
You can be a shit human great leader
2 sides 2 a badge get shanked by blue Peter
Smack on a spoon and ket by the litre
Veteran soldiers and veterinary feeders
Import export extorting a dealer
Collect coupons to go camping with FEMA
Holographic deaths Elvis left the arena
Broken promises Ike & Tina
Can of strong drink in a stained wife beater
Eyes on a screen with a frazzled receiver
Dinosaur stories crawling with creatures
Countdowns conundrums some sums we eat words
A sceptical foetus that chose to go feet first
A paranoid mother that believes that she's cursed
DMT smokes all you need to leave earth
You need a closed mind to feel you need church 
But we’re still so hopeless
Confirmation bias attempt to keep focused
Cancerous creatures plaguing like locusts 
Exaggerate issues just like the soaps does
‘Cause I’ll never get you
These rituals these pep talks
Your lies are consensual
Animal instincts I sense the fear in us
Toxic organs that is the beer in us
She posts up memes all deep and mysterious
But I know that chick she is cheep and delirious 
We can barely walk yet we comfortably run
Like the best way in life that we can have fun
Is give, let go, be unconsciously dumb
After all our race is still so young

HOOK:
I don’t wanna just keep on living no
I just wanna be free never give in
But we’re not good for each other 
No, no, we’re just children

VERSE 2:
World stage economies
1 percent and poverty
Destroy until were obsolete
Machinery and concrete
We’re angry we’re violent 
So loud yet so silent
Our jealousy is vibrant
Oppressed by these tyrants
I don't read I watch vids on uni lad 
Brains in the cab from a uni slag 
And I'm in my 30's
Tracksuit wearing lifestyles dirty 
Gold teeth grin looks grim like scurvy 
Commitment goals are not that sturdy 
Deprived of sleep so I'm not that quirky 
I'm slightly nervy 
Too much raw so these shades sit firmly 
No eye contact when they observe me 
Life could be worse see
I could be flat broke with no more persy 
It's like all I wanna do is destroy my septum
With a rolled up Queen and flake that's venom 
In a distant world we’re taught acceptance
In a 9-5 you feel oppression
Why do we do this?
Life’s like Lord Of Flies so ruthless
A planet full kids running around so clueless
And they told me a question can never be stupid
Ego driven material living
As our fragile hearts get snapped when smitten
Fingers point we look for villains
Goody’s and baddy’s they’ll always be victims

HOOK:
I don’t wanna just keep on living no
I just wanna be free never give in
But we’re not good for each other 
No, no, we’re just children
Track Name: George Orwell
INTRO:
It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith, his chin nuzzled into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind, slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions, though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him. 


HOOK/INTRO:
I think I’m George Orwell
Jesus Christ
Coming up for air
Resurrected twice
One nation
I am God
You can keep your money
‘Cause I’d rather starve
George Orwell
G-G-G-George Orwell
George Orwell
G-G-G-George Orwell

VERSE 1:
Masquerading in a holiday by haven 
Concentration camps prison guards parading
Red coats and simplistic entertainment 
Chalets so fragrant nomadic scents of a vagrant 
Dismaland cuts cut through pays of a pauper
Dear diary I feel like George Orwell is your author
I feel my fellow man has been abducted by flying saucers
And let free to roam the streets after brainwashing torture
The land of the free would've been hated by Jesus 
Travel agents sold a lie we didn't know what either of these was
Water boarding and Guantanamo bay 
Shit sounded like some great holiday 
Deceitful hindsights a cunt can we figure out a prequel 
It's against the laws of nature but 1% weighs down a see saw 
These protests will not be peaceful as long as there are people
Who knew that assorted letters on a page could lead to something lethal

HOOK:
And may your money perish with you for you thought you could purchase with money what god gives for free
George Orwell
G-G-G-George Orwell
George Orwell
G-G-G-George Orwell

VERSE 2:
How much for your daughter said the man with 5 camels
As he attempted to do trade between 2 types of mammals
You laugh it off like this guy can't be serious 
But a mammal is a mammal in that sense it's not delirious
Leave your morals at the door if you truly want logic
And prepare yourself for boredom and mediocre topics
It takes its toll fighting austerity with art
Like depressed online shoppers who's wish lists fill their cart  
I surround myself with liars for the fact it entertains me
I think it's kind of sweet whilst the realism is savoury 
Cunts like Jeremy Hunt getting lynched by the middle class
Stick him on a crucifix and leave him to get giggled at 
I never got the saying how unchristian like
An eye for an eye where 2 wrongs make a right 
Mathematically 2 negatives make a positive
They hung Saddame Hussain applauding murder like what's wrong with it

HOOK:
And may your money perish with you for you thought you could purchase with money what god gives for free
George Orwell
G-G-G-George Orwell
George Orwell
G-G-G-George Orwell

BRIDGE:
I think I’m George Orwell
Jesus Christ
Coming up for air
Resurrected twice
One nation
I am God
You can keep your money
‘Cause I’d rather starve
These bloggers tell me I should tweet more
I have nothing nice to say why the fuck should I speak more
Oi stop fucking with the water
You wanna tax my air, you cunts are out of order 
Mother Nature, we can not afford her
So we burn her down, yes we rape we torture
Fucking little savages (Repeated)

HOOK:
And may your money perish with you for you thought you could purchase with money what god gives for free
George Orwell
G-G-G-George Orwell
George Orwell
G-G-G-George Orwell

OUTRO:
Is it fuck mate Jesus stood for everything your modern day church doesn't. Your church is like the equivalent of the first century Jewish temple. Full of classist cunts. There are people who still can't get access to clean water today in certain geographical parts of the globe but we quibble and about imaginary borders like some fucking false humanitarians. Fuck the nationalists. Fucking nationalists are just as at large now as when Hitler was ruling Germany. Fuck the nationalists and fuck the savage ancestors. And fuck you too.