Feel good for a minute then implode
As the lack of an aphorism
sticks in your throat with ire
Depose your vernacular, argot
Why have pride in a lyric
when all the other songs go?

It? s a question of rust
It? s a question of trust
It? s a question of everything you? ve ever been told

Minimum culture, minimal wage
I? m an onion peel my layers back
Minimum silence, minimal change
I? m an honest man, depths my tears lack
And if there? s love, let me know
Because I want you to come and put the beauty back

Blurred vision and the hobble of thick prose
Why empower misogyny while violence towards
women grows?

But this filth stands on a quicker sand
Next to cold hard fear and the deeds of man
The abuse of body image as a form of control
And the typical portrayal of the feminine role
I have never been more appalled

Pick me up with rhythms and waveform
That can symbolise a culture lost
Sing about the future like you mean to
I? m never going to count costs
Question the agenda of an industry
That only can objectify
You write about a non-existent blurred line
But not about abortion rights