Woorden: Conflict. The Ungovernable Force. The Ungovernable Farce.

Still the warning same fucked weary Government hell bent on war
Wondering where the reinforcements for the next attack are coming from
Afar they are led like cattle to be scapegoats to the scheme
While the lady laps up double cream, Mr. Newman plans and dreams
First, that means deception lets be clever "we can fool the poor"
Secondly, attempts are made to cover up mistakes they make
When all else fails the boot boys, jump, get kitted out in blue
The rest is left to the imagination, you get the point, or it will get you
Some people said "no more of this". Planned carefully their resistance
Made plans whilst staying underground then up to overthrow the system
Moves worked well and feeling spread that "victories" were made
They raised their mighty fist again, and...
Clamped down hard on passive resistance
Slammed shut the door to freedom, no entry given
Built bombs, tanks, threw shit at our reality
Destroyed peace, made war, then called it sanity, no!