Top Scheme Video (MV)

I don't want this world
Where our troubles and complaints
Are justified.
It's numbers,
And stats,
Til it's your life.

I don't want to fight,
The wicked rumble under your rights,
Nothing changes at night,
It's just thunder,
Til it's your life,

I don't want the sight,
Of that saints that hate,
Unjust with pride,
It's slumber,
With rats,
Til it's your life,

So goodnight.
F*ck off.
Goodnight.

How can we not feel this rage?
When the therapy costs more than half your wage,
And you're turfed back out the same, that very day.
Ya cover your teenage pain,
By pushing further into the grey,
The local politics of the housing estates,
Cause getting out seems like no stage,
And tomorrow's aren't todays,
And I've felt this way,
Since Turn The Page,
There's no walk away
Yet there's still sense in what I say.

Same shite at 26,
You shell down cans and drinks,
For the sake of making it through the week
Surrounded by pricks.
Your posh drugs aren't interesting,
You hate workers,
You hate those that can't,
Your drugs aren't class, they're upper middle class.
You, teeth whitening, pay for designer dogs,
Da crashed the banks but kept his job.
Few bob for a week in Mykonos
And ya joke about the Junkies.
Addicts that get dehumanised caused they're poor,
But those problems start at your door
Your eyes are closed,
F*ck off.

We were just kids,
Now we're something else,
Thoughts of the self on the shelf.
Cause it seems sometimes
All the love in these songs, is not enough.
Cause the world is f*cked.

Top Scheme.