Devotion

Does the blood and heritage Keep you warm at night? Well, I guess it masks the smirk In the space pushed between us Pride and spangled stories Paint the mirage of content To starve or freeze, beg and please For the illusion of choice From all the years of circus How have you missed the joke? That piety and reverence Twist the rope from which you'll choke Another nurse, another dreg Another future washed up dead Gather all the scapegoats To keep the doubts fed And Britannia in your head Paraded all in blind devotion Scab's reward in blind devotion All the drain and managed pain And still the shutter keeps its chains Delusions and deficiencies Behind a saviour's smile Pure tragedy with no direction Just a figment of exception Gather all the scapegoats To keep the doubts fed And Britannia in your head Paraded all in blind devotion Scab's reward in blind devotion Marching on in blind devotion Scant reward in blind devotion Marching on in blind devotion Scab's reward in blind devotion And so you spew with conviction Monuments to desperation Deaf to the sound of the obvious In blind devotion