A Thousand British Lies

Beneath the solid sky of a thousand British lies
I concentrate my eyes upon the plight of time
No one can stir the stride of me when I'm demised
I will complete the rising until the golden dawn

And you can never promise me a word you say
I've had enough when daylight's not hid by the rain
Complicating the reign
I will storm out the rage
In the sense of reclaim

And I'm right insipid, intrinsecally splendid
And you can see me away in the train
I never am gonna out-try a word you say
I carry by the blame
I got hit in the face
In you I see the things coming to end
So don't me reprehend
I got the knife you said

In the back many times
I can stay up all night
And you gonna find

Beneath the solid sky of a thousand British lies
I concentrate my eyes upon the plight of time
No one can stir the stride of me when I'm demised
I will complete the rise until my golden dawn