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Benefits feat. Shakk - Divide

Taken from the forthcoming album "Constant Noise" out on Invada Records 21st March. Pre-order limited formats + Instore events : https://lnk.to/CnstNse Written by Kingsley Hall, Robbie Major, James Adrian Brown and Shakk Performed by Benefits Additional vocals by Shakk Additional drums by Neil Cooper of Therapy? Produced by James Adrian Brown Mastered by James Trevascus Video directed and edited by John Kirkbride Photography by Tom White At Pig Pen Rehearsal Studios, Hartlepool TICKETS TO SEE BENEFITS LIVE https://www.benefitstheband.com/live We don’t exist we don’t resist we are just statistics We’re shattered glass on broken crust, in this northern town of mistrust Aborted, policy snorted, left living distorted As the grease goes down into empty pockets It’s image for profit Divide. We are worthless we are careless we need to care less Underhand tricks in backyard sticks ill thought out sick fix Fascistic screams tokenistic dreams provincial has beens Push to violence crush the silence nationalistic tyrants Divide. We don’t die we multiply Won’t submit to your cult of lies See the blood in the culprits eyes We heard screams and we heard cries Seen burnt dreams for the first time See its warfare and its worldwide Is all I hear when I turn on the news Still we don’t have any word on the truth Tell me just what do we do See I’m past the point of missing god We missed the ball and its kicking off Democracy has failed and a solution is what I’m wishing of No Rishi, Kier, Nigel tier politician can sit this job. We’re better off with Gascoigne and his fishing rod! Now, just pissed me off, it don’t sit with me right All we do is just re-write the history it’s not a mystery, it is the light. Into the night, read the propaganda get into the hype, This the the life bullets in heads if they miss with the knife Powder and ice cracks in walls brown and the white Evert city and town alike see a person down and strike Divide. Face down in the dirt in the litter, in the shit, with the rats, unfinished neck tats and petrol station flowered posts Blocks of concrete high street ghosts, treading bunting into the dirt And patriots, into the mire, Television pantomime fools, as union jacketed lovers drool Roll up to food bank queues, emptied church pews, weekend crews And there’s strangers like statues on the kerb, I know, waving flags, dressed in rags Lines and lines and lines, of ruddy faced broken bile “You’re not from this town, never seen you around” And it goes on for miles, loud, violent, puerile. Parade fascist casuals. Fair-weather bigots. Metal plated views. Glass strewn underpassed. As tears are met with grunts, and this cafe is closed for lunch. A brisk suit strides, well fed and sweaty, fresh from the racks Ignorant to the cracks, they snide, the divide, as the dewy eyed collide, Rose tinted semi on fools and trough gorging ghouls, With millionaire schemes, and nothing at all in between. Bleating tweeting class war, If it wasn’t so bleak it’d be boring, But it’s obscene, know what I mean?! And they come, they trot trot trot trot into the next stage managed scene… It’s the end of our days and the blue bloods flowing, self serving and stale, washed down with fine craft ale, Mild mannered murder, trudging through the towns piss, worked out to the tits. Weekend drinker mayhem, the tills still ring so keep calm and sing, Bloodied dance floor prancers, creeped up romancers As we barricade ourselves in our homes, The carpet smoulders, and the wallpaper moans And the airport is shut by drones As Britain rolls over and sighs and moans oh no. Oh no oh no the past has a hold am I trapped can I grow If there’s a god let me know I’m chained up ready to explode can a dog have a bone See I’m mad let me go take my body but you cannot take my soul I will not enrol do not tell me no I see the streets decline there’s never been peace of mind There’s poverty read between the lines it must be design, the lies From Paris to Palestine, we witness the maddest crimes Are we living in the saddest times, analyse For every woman and man alive See I’m back again attacking till the end I gotta win again again and then again I gotta life I wanna live Yeah I wanna give but they want me killing men I’m never chilling like I got a minute left I’m not a villain but I’m gonna give em hell I’m gonna give ‘em everything I got Till the day I rot, pennies in a wishing well Big wings and a urge to fly Some wanna be the last to live I wanna be the first to die Like a bird in flight I chase the burning light Divide, you heard it right That why I murder mics For power. For greed. For oil. For me.