Nostalgia is a Lie, Britain has always been Broken

I try to be absurd, as I'm an absurdist
But not as absurd as a kurd gassed, pissed,
But don't worry I won't be political
Merely analytical
But what I analyse with these eyes
makes me want to compromise the security
of our melancholy country
Endless wars in history
Caused by the greed of men shrouded in mystery,
You could say a conspiracy,
cuz some things don't make sense to me,
Like this lie of a democracy,
When the public are brainwashed by police state propaganda,
when you've got shit on your doorstep, forget the plight of Uganda
While the weak and vunerable, they scrape for their pennies
All industries moved to China, to keep making stacks of money

I yearn for the days of Ken and Ryu in Street Fighter 3,
But all I can do is sit and watch and light a joint,
listen to music, the soundtrack to a decaying society

Now to change to something magnificent,
An idea of significant prescendent,
But this idea is more of a feeling I cannot describe,
Like my shortsightedness it blurs and disguises
itself in the recesses of my mind
it feels like we're on the brink of revolution
Rebels sitting around like they've got nothing to do, Son,
there comes a time in your life
when you realise, thats not of what's concern
to people who see you as a customer, a cog in the system
that gets money lining pockets of dirty politicians,
I need a physician to ease this decision
The puppet on the left, the right, or the man on the other side
behind a curtain, listening to Pink Floyd's Dark Side
of the moon, thinking of going home to his kids
and into the arms of his wife,
everyday thinking about his life,
and how 'one day a man pays for his actions'
is complete and utter non-sance,
or nonsense, nonseance, a state in which
no spirits do anything, cuz they're
like Casper, they aren't real, just fictional relics

Or could be real, say, as real as
the idea of the upper class snobbery
chilling with a rasta,
or George Bush chilling with a Busta,
Buster sword or Busta rhyme,
Some Busta's will get extra time,
in Penetentiary,
where we'll all end up eventually.