F.Y.I.

Hundred legs on the street like a centipede
Everybody's off their head like we're fucking on a guillotine
Hypnotised by the size of the energy
Volatile crocodile swimming in kerosene
You can't make us go away

So fuck your ideology
Made us feel like the enemy
We'll make our own democracy
Kill the illusion for the amusement
Fuck you and your hypocrisy
Made us feel like the enemy
Let's make our own democracy
So in conclusion, we are the movement

Shouldn't sleep with a psycho in your bedroom
Raid you like a tasmanian tearing up a looney toon
(Haha that's all folks)
We're the consequence of your motherfucking ignorance
Razor blade cherry ain't washing down your innocence
You can't make us go away

So fuck your ideology
Made us feel like the enemy
We'll make our own democracy
Kill the illusion for the amusement
Fuck you and your hypocrisy
Made us feel like the enemy
Let's make our own democracy
So in conclusion, we are the movement

Run
With a bullet in a gun
And nobody can slow us down

So fuck your ideology
Made us feel like the enemy
We'll make our own democracy
Kill the illusion for the amusement
Fuck you and your hypocrisy
Made us feel like the enemy
Let's make our own democracy

We are the movement

So fuck your ideology
Made us feel like the enemy
We'll make our own democracy
Kill the illusion for the amusement
Fuck you and your hypocrisy
Made us feel like the enemy
Let's make our own democracy
So in conclusion, we are the movement

Meet my psychopathic uncontainable rage
Meet my psychopathic uncontainable rage
Meet my psychopathic uncontainable rage

Meet my
Meet my
Meet my

Rage



Credits
Writer(s): Josh Taylor, Paul Whalley, Luke Moseley, Jack Kennedy, Nick Bradley, Zach Breen
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