Via Capital (Version one)
A boy who found exodus... Located within head phones, sitting on a mic stand.
(Sound is vibration)
Story behind the song
Inspired by the observation of what Ken Livingstone is doing to London and how its affecting London life and capitalism.
Lyrics
Verse 1
An Alien me, Inner screams awake Damian,
The air I respire, transpires and appears radiant,
I come with brains, exchanged for equipped craniums,
Which absorbed the language to transmit the pain I'm in,
Your gazing in, like spectators at stadiums,
One leg on the podium, Try’na maintain, my equilibrium,
Staying sane, bounded by amphibians,
I’m grounded, and difference is a disfigurement
In London, a city of six million, what a pity we don’t mix as civilians,
Rather keep fixed in a warp of ignorance,
Rather keep rich than enforce some tolerance,
I got the confidence, the conscience, the common sense,
And I’ma commence to pick through this picket fence,
I lost my mind in my head, and with it went,
My friends but fuck them, I got pens (AVENGE)
