Stabbed in the throat by some scrote
demanding my jacket.
Trapped on a train,
he then thrusts his blade into my wife.
She falls to the floor.
I'm left staring into her dead eyes.
My vision falters -
This monster has ended our lives.

Caught in the swamp by Hutus wielding machetes.
They cut off my limbs
and leave me bleeding in the mud.
They drag my daughters near
and slice them whilst laughing.
My vision falters -
These monsters have ended our lives.

I wake to the news of another Jihadist attack.
Dozens more bodies being scraped off the tarmac.
The politicians say "Get used to these maniacs
killing your loved ones.
It's part of Western life now
and there ain’t no going back".

Well I refuse to think like that!
Any leader that does should be given endless flak.
If they think the West's future looks so bleak,
methods to change it is what we must seek.

Sent flying by drones dropping their payloads.
Dust fills my lungs.
What’s become of my children?
The buildings gone.
Destroyed by foreign bombs.
They’ll blame errors on their targeting systems.

I find my son’s body in the rubble.
I pull him out – he’s not moving at all.
My daughter’s torso isn’t very far away.
Ripped apart in the blast. My body starts to sway.
I pray to God: Make them pay!

Media demonise people
from the next targeted state.
Invade those the public hate.

Make a move for territory.
Send in the military.
“We’re trying to help out this poor country”.

Another genocide.
Another dictator
whose allies are in power.

Have they used chemical weapons?
Put them through kangaroo courts.
Who were their men on the streets?
We don’t want evidence – ignore the bastard laws.

Why are there terror attacks?
Suicide trucks?
Stabs in the back?
Was it planned on the dark net?
Send in our spies to counter the threat!

The answer looks very bleak:
entrenched in beliefs
with the violence they wreak.
Give police total access.
Your privacy increases unrest.

Hand in hand we cave into their many demands
because we cower in fear of their violence.

This is the season of our enemies.
If we confront the threat, we’ll still be down on our knees.
This is the season where guilty and innocent plead,
“We lack the resources!”
“Others have all that you need”.

This is the season of the machete.
If you try to stand up,
we’ll hack you back down to your knees.
This is the season where everyone’s knuckles will bleed.
Surrounded by forces – the cowards have nowhere to flee.

This is the season of endless enemies.
If we defeat the threat, we’ll soon be down on our knees.
This is the season when both poor and wealthy will plead
“They lack the resources!”
“Take from others all that you need”.

This is the season – a winter lacking all safety.
The threat is greater than anyone’s ever perceived.
This is the season – mankind fights for every resource.
The endless reason:
Default position – War!
Default position – War!
I don’t know what you’re fighting for.
Default position – War!
But I know what I’m fighting for.
Default position – War!

Ignore these lies to your own demise
Better for you to reject all truth.
Believe what’s true to your own demise.
It's best if you adapt to the lies.
Better for all to reject the truth.
They’ll break our bones if you’re not careful.
Better for all to accept these lies.
We’ll break bones if you’re on the wrong side.
Believe it’s true to their quick demise.
Better for me if you accept lies.

It’s not the strongest, striving with might.
It’s not the fastest, likely to survive.
It’s not the smartest, who flourish and thrive.
If you want to win, adapt to your lies.