convulse

your empire rots around your ears, as you line your nest with souvenirs
focus on myopic fears but the aftermath's going to last for years
itch to scratch & cash to burn, all the pleas for peace you spurn
you've past the point of no return, you'll never learn, you'll never learn
handouts for the sovereign state like you could care about their fate
but it's far too fucking little, man, & far too fucking late

all the while our future lies convulsing on the table
& the experts don't seem able to control what's going on
for the safety of the nation, they'll consider amputation
of the rights & reputations of the ones who think they're wrong

marching millions you ignored, but no one showed a proud accord
so you found a war that never ends, with which you can enrich your friends
clamping down on human rights, darkness comes, you kill the lights
you're the ones we ought to fight, you're full of shite, you're full of shite
playground loyalties so puerile aren't beneath your dignity
there will be a reckoning largely 'cos you think there won't be

all the while our future lies convulsing on the table
& the experts don't seem able to control what's going on
but I'm fucked & I'm unshaven & I find my heart is craven
will the mass imagination just convulse & carry on?