Borris Johnsons toilet break

Looking flash what's the price we pay?
Sweat shop labour
Childhood pain
 
Born in a system but now I want none of it
Buying borrowed goods believing good will come of it.
Possessions possessing me cant move beneath the tonne of it  
X amount of debt  
The shackle fits  
Try run with it
 
Live for the moment
Fuck tomorrow
To pay my debts I'll just reborrow
Live the moment
Fuck today
Fuck the sorrow and pain away
 
The phone you always dreamt of all ready out dated
Who needs a better camera?
All you photograph are faces
Faces in places no one even sees
Blinded by the phone screen
Deluded by your greed
 
20 quid a month for a few gigs of data
Couple hours Facebook
They know that they make a quick buck and who gives a fuck
All the networks are in cahoots
Hold the price up high while I tighten up the noose
 
Think they care about green issues?
Why's public transport so expensive!
Steal some paint  
Fucking write something offensive
 
The tensions grows inside of me
The side that's meek decided we
Should take our life decisively
And try to wreak maniacally
Explosive terror tonight
It's deep
The house of lords in rubble weep  
not  
For the trouble keeps extending its ending reach
 
At the tops the king cunt hidden behind a hundred different faces
Everyone a fascist fucking pornographer child molesting racist
The partition smartly veiled behind a democratic air
Step behind the iron curtain
I'm certain that it's there