I remember a time where someone could speak from...
while the police would walk on never oppressing...

Here lies a broken man from system of Britain.
Here lays a leader to lead people in the future...

Each and everyday, I think about suicide,
Britain is a place for the dead thinkers...

I can see you hurting inside,
A world passing you by...

Outside my window is a dull and cloudy sky,
The weather reflects my feelings of misery...

Take a penny and drop it in to the font,
The font that allows you to make wishes...

Don't know what to do anymore within my world,
My head hurts from all the thinking...

Take a moment to sip a glass of water,
The fresh taste sliding down your throat...

Take a moment to sit back and enjoy!
We are told hunting is banned in Britain...

Dark! Ah so dark!
My life has been imprisoned by a slow funeral...

Standing high on this mountain of truth that I am...
I have never let people get in my way to get to...

I do like my country that changes a name of a...
I do like my council to ignore the problems of...