To Whom It May Concern Lyrics

Some still show strength while others just show anger
Holding back our only chance for the sake of never learning
Just who and what is on our side, one thing that ain't is time
They're just waiting for their moment; can't you see their guns are loaded?
And pointing at our lives, ours they will destroy
Without even a second thought, do you really think they care?
They couldn't give a fuck, but why should they fucking bother?
When we accept the shit they've shat, they think there's no chance of attack
Complacency creeps in, cracks form in the foundations
Systems start to seize up - power mongers flee the nation
All power's been abducted; its protectors have abandoned
The ship that sailed to no avail, the mutiny destroyed the sail

Well if you think things change that easy, think those bastards will ease up
Dream they'll end our nuclear nightmare, that they will give our world back to us
You'd better get an eyewash and wipe those illusions from your eyes
For you must be fucking joking, they won't give up without a fight

If it's a fight they want... they've got it, but we had better be prepared
They're gonna come at us like hell for leather, not one of us they'll spare
They will destroy us with their armies, smash the anarchist's brainless skulls
So why the fuck are you just sitting back saying, 'Oh that's just the way it goes'

Yes, that is the way it is going, but all paths can be diverted
Directions can be changed - and it's up to you to lay the surface
You're not alone so how about trying to get up off your arse
Preaching ways and making statements, okay, that's fine
But that won't change the nation
Piling on the pressure, with mass action as back up
Yes, let's take the fight to them! Why wait for them to come to us?
Let's pull together and give them the test that will never be forgot

Mother Thatcher orders meeting with archangel Heseltine
Discuss a plan they've been preparing - 'The dream to end all time'
They pretend to shout, but whisper, as they plot their makepiece feud
Preaching, morality or insanity, whichever one attracts the hordes
Crushing revelations, moving in on love and trust
While slyly cornering our freedom, making sure it doesn't burst
Out to the manipulated mass of darkness that has been conquered and forgotten
'Fucked hard' and left for hopeless, like the scum that passed before them
The task of the almighty to prove the unbeatable hand of right
Encouraging the challenge to attempt to slay their might
These bastards that force rule and quell all hopes and pleas for peace
Just can't wait to get their final chance to prove supremacy