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

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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.