// (feat. Drew York) Lyrics

We'll be the itch you just can't scratch
And this is one you can't fix with your hands
(Do you like that?)
So keep them deep down in your pockets
And keep hoping that the world forgot all about this
When all the lines are read between
You'll begin to find nothing is as it seems
You call this freedom of speech?
I say that freedom's been breached

So show your fucking teeth
What's the difference between the world
That's under your feet and the world that we need?
(Can you tell me?)
What does our future hold?
Streets filled with children of chrome
Led to believe they're paved gold
Wake up
Break the mould

Are you listening?
So raise your glass for the man of the evening
This is a toast from the world you're deceiving
"You ignore the voice and take away discretion
But blink for a second, and you've got kids locked in detention centres
How can you turn a blind eye with such ease?
Since when did we become that naïve?"
Tongue tied, twisted, tucked away
Let's hear it for youth decay

I can hear the serpent sing
If you're not angry
Then you're not listening
So listen in

So show your fucking teeth
What's the difference between the world
That's under your feet and the world that we need?
(Can you tell me?)
What does our future hold?
Streets filled with children of chrome
Led to believe they're paved gold
Wake up
Break the mould

So fucking break the mould