The Cycle

I’m enamoured by the notion of a hypocrite

Close title doesn’t really cover it

From a distance somehow in the thick of it

On a spectrum of ‘Do we really give a shit?’

Calm voice and the POV is well made

Wind changes then we get a quick fade

In a heartbeat loaded on the barricade

When did dialogue turn into a hand grenade?

So we see the hopeful turning into hateful turning into hopeful turning into hateful

Round and round and round the cycle goes again

I’m enamoured by the motion of the better kind

Open charity is coming from a clear mind

The term ‘equal’ clearly wasn’t underlined

No progress now we gotta rewind

Spinning like a yo-yo

Here we go

High Low

Head is steady but the fears going solo

What do I know getting in the wrong flow

Never ready when the world is saying ‘Let’s go!’

Hope for the best expect the worst

It’s not the first you’ll see the…

Everyone here has a happy vibe they’re all full of life and they all protect me

They’re all protecting me

Everyone here works for MI5 they’re all fucking spies and They’re out to get me

They’ll all be getting me