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