The Flick Of A Switch I.

You are not a soldier

No matter what they told ya

You are just an animal in an enclosure

Doing tricks for the rich

You are not a saviour

No matter what they pay ya

You wriggle like a parasite, you mimic its behaviour

Now my skin starts to itch

I see you for what you really are

I’m the lion, you’re the witch

And with the flick of a switch…

I see you!

I see you for what you really are

You’re the poison in the reservoir

Climbing out of the ditch

Looking back, shouting “dig dig dig!”

You are not a sceptic

Your interests are all vested

You are just a charlatan, a moral narcoleptic

As you climb out the ditch

Shouting “dig, dig, dig!”

You are not a leader

You bite the hand that feeds ya

You are an accessory to the grim reaper

As you climb out the ditch

Shouting “dig, dig, dig!”

I see you for what you really are

I’m the lion, you’re the witch

And with the flick of a switch…

I see you!

I see you for what you really are

You’re the poison in the reservoir

Climbing out of the ditch

Looking back, shouting “dig dig dig!”

You’re the poison