England
This land is cursed
Its people are broken
The spirits of old, imprisoned
Its glorious past a gravestone
To many spells have been cast here
The demons bicker in the junkyards
Over busted souls and broken hearts
Big Ben rings out its last lament
Yet no one bothers to listen
All to busy to know they’re on a sinking ship
All to clever to realize they are drowning
And what of Brittania and the Castles keep
As if a lost underworld soaking in the sludge of sleep
Dripping with dark depression, swimming in its own sewage
I longed for your bright and brilliant return
Like a sailors wife who’s eyes weeping
Never leaves the salty seas horizon
I took courage and tried to stay the course
In the hope that honour would return
Now battered and broken
I leave these clawed torn shores behind me
No recompense, no real remorse
Just simple relief
In the deep understanding
That England
YOU ARE NO MORE.
