I got a viewpoint I can’t put across and it’s up for discussion.

And then this feeling appears, it's an irrational fear of nothing.

I’ve been a decade in hiding, I feel like I need to be hunted.

The ground is too frozen I can’t get it through to be buried.

No more parades

No more disease

I’ve got a taste in my mouth for what felt like way back in the old days.

I’ve got a thought in my head making me wish it was more like the old days.

If I’m the one who’s to blame, it’s coz it’s not like it was in the old days.

So take me back, give me walls, make me feel like it's more like the old days!

I don’t have to hide anymore. I can say what I please and be famous.

I’ll continue to lie and continue to spread it as wisdom.

I’ll find myself repeat, I’ll find myself repeating, I’ll deflect and play the victim.

I’ll find myself repeat, I’ll find myself repeating, I’ll attack and play the victim.

No more parades

No more parades in England

No more disease in England