Quite The Temper

You're ever so good aren't you?
Yes, you are ever so good.
You really are so good,
Oh you are ever so good,
Aren't you?
You're so good I can't believe it
Yes, you're too good to be truthful.
I've seen you polishing your halo
But you couldn't see me watching,
It shines so bright you're blinded.
I see you wear that halo
As if it were a crown,
All bejeweled and reflective.
As you stare at your own portrait
Oh you are ever so good aren't you?
It must be so easy
To adopt your luxury morals
When you know they'll never be tested.
From high in your ivory tower
I suppose you can see it all.
Or maybe you're so high above us
Way up, head in the clouds
Far away from the smog of most.
It must feel so saintly;
Within the luxury kitchen
Of your seven digit household,
To talk about the commoners
And how thick they must be.
For caring about their communities
Their culture, livelihood
or the future of their children.
It must be so easy to dismiss them
With your children's inheritance
Steadily building up.
With your purchased high culture
Simply plastered to the walls as prizes.
With your comfortable job, which you no longer need for the savings you have,
And the high society of your upper echelons,
It must be a comfortable bubble
For such high minded angels.
I suppose you espouse Buddhism
Yet have you ever left the palace?
Did you ever see the beggar?
The rapes? abuse? grooming? murders?
Or were you writing on your daughters placard
"You're all dumb racists"
Between sipping fine wines
And gorging on expensive food.
Perhaps it's hard to overhear the riots
Or the fighting?
Behind your child's piano recital?
Have you ever really seen yourself?
Maybe in the polish of your shoes
No, I doubt you've ever had reason to look down.
You are simply too good for us
Way, way too good for us.
You would know best from beyond the gates
Which we can't look over.
You wouldn't let us, you're ever so nice.
As nice as a child would be raised in your comfortable home.
Far away from the streets
To you all dealers are hippies aren't they?
Not thugs, not gangsters, not based in truth.
Just your wonderful fantasy
On the top floor of your ivory tower
Flower power seems so simple
When you've never seen a gun.
When you've never been challenged
When you didn't start with nothing
When you traveled the world safely
With a healthy balance provided.
Ignore the strays, the wayfarers
Avoid the poor, Avoid the troubled
Avoid the lower bars, Avoid the pubs
Avoid the fucking people
You're too good for them.
Another gap year guru
Wouldn't dirty those shoes
On the pavements of the many
Oh you really are ever so good
Too good for us.
So I guess it would be easiest
If after building your palace
We just dig our ditches and died.
Tore down our churches?
Leveled our schools?
Raise up a mosque?
And lowered our disgusting nations flags?
Replace them with those of another?
You'd like that wouldn't you?
To have our capital taken over
To see the murder rates skyrocket
You won't be happy till everything is destroyed
Will you?
And then like that great eye of Tolkien
You'll sit atop your ivory tower
And stare out across your new landscape painting
Admiring the flames
And clapping on the chants.
Allahu ackbar is it palatable to you isn't it?
But God is great, makes you sick?
For all of us down here below you
We deserve to be erased
We deserve to be ashamed
We don't deserve to be proud
We don't deserve to do well
We don't deserve to have concerns
We don't deserve to be heard
We don't deserve your time do we?
So I ask
Oh saintly one way up high
What is it the unwashed masses deserve?
More of you?
You wear your halo like a crown
As you sit at your throne
Your daughter plays her fiddle
And your wife laughs as we burn
So sip your champagne, socialist
And buy up the ruined properties.
It's more than we deserve after all, o great ones.
Wouldn't it be wonderful
If it was just you
Your fancies
A wonderful garden
And a broken, riotous, destroyed country
Stripped of nationhood, stripped of natives
You'd support it if it were your own country
Yet despise it happening to others?
But you are not a hypocrite are you?
No
You're too good for that, aren't you?
you're too good
too good to be fucking true.
(Improvised and roughly translated below)
How it makes me fucking sick
Everyday I have to talk to you cunts
Looking routinely in the papers and the news
More lies and hypocrisy, bullshit
All you care about is your fucking line rising
And this is the damn cost of living
middle class, leftist, scum.
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???
Self serving
You think you're so different
when you fucking love the state
Middle class, leftist, scum
Conformist bouquets
Future stazi gestapo
Triple jabbed cunts
I hope it kills you all
All of you
Fuck all for anyone else
Fuck all
I suppose it's too bad by you
Bunch of fucking worthless cunts
Every day I lay here fucking screaming
I get out of my bed and I smash the first thing I see
And I smash it, and I smash it until I'm fucking knackered
And then I lay on the floor surrounded by broken glass
And I cut myself to fucking pieces
And all the while I think of your smug grinning cunt face
And then I ???? any of you
You enjoy watching everything destroyed
Willfully blind like all your generation
You enjoy watching men be destroyed
It's such a shame isn't it, It's such a shame
Sacramento vampire it's a shame, toyboy killer it's a shame, I bet fucking bundy it's a shame,
I'll show you what you've done
When I break
When you watch me break
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???
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No hope, No future
No future
Behappy
What've you got?
Go to the pub, go to the pub you nasty cunt
You won't be barred from freedom
You'll be good in a heartbeat
Just pass by the estate
Patting yourself on the back
You don't value freedom
You don't know what to fucking do with it
Another cunt with no hobbies, no passions, no loves, no life
No value in the future
You've already a lived a life haven't you
Over the past fifty years
You had it on a plate
And what's my generation got
The fucking ashes
Crowded and tolerant
Stuck inside a fucking flat
In a shit concrete estate
Surrounded by foreigners
That's our future
A fucking long dead end
Own nothing and be happy
There's fuck all to rent
Fuck all to be happy for?
Be happy, be happy, be happy, be happy
Lie to yourself, live on your knees and be happy
Does it mean Behappy, no?
Of course it fucking doesn't
I lie here on the floor with cut hands to xasthur
Dealing with depression
And what comes from it
just another fucking day
Much like yesterday
A foreshadowing of tomorrow
Bleak
Fucking empty
empty
Shallow world
With no meaning left
We're supposed to be proud of it
Proud of degradation
Trendy to destroy ourselves
You're not trans-humanist, your trans fucking life
Trans nature
Humanism a sullen lie
If you can't see it by now
You're part of it
There's nothing left
Load of fucking bellends

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