Testo Moral Bondage

It never takes you long until you feel the chains.
A cold brutality inflicted on the mind.
Their voice, their rules, their guns,
Their violent segregation is the price that you will pay.

The morals they preach are the chains at our feet.
Separation of people into different groups to stabilize the status quo.
The channelling of hate away from the things threaten their status quo. The security of the system, a reason to work,
Fodder for the factories, three million on the dole.
The Brixton riots, this vision is theirs,
Strapped so tight in moral bondage. Your fear of yourself.

Take a look at Belfast, religion is the petrol on the fire of hate.
Take a look at Brixton; they're out on the streets, another reason to fight,
This system is suicide, a gullible hate for a gullible mind.