Dishonoured

[Verse 1]
The empire's got a new boss
Delilah Copperspoon, what a loon, not human, too posh
Her city's a machine and I'm a loose cog
I'm popping out the wall like a cuckoo clock
To move across rooftops in two hops
I'm mute but if I need to, I'll blow the roof off
And kudos to you lot, that do what you've got to do
To follow through and shoot a true shot
When a bolt from the blue shocks you
I'm going to watch to determine who's true and who's not
The world's bursting with vermin and parasites
Who surface disturbing this permanent paradise
Cannibalising itself then metabolising the toxins
And we're shocked when it's paralysed
I know violence is glamorised so I have analysed
And agonised on every dying man I've sliced

[Hook]
Take back what's yours
Walk through floors, walls and locked doors
Take back what's yours
'Til warm water pours from all your pores
Take back what's yours
All aboard, pull the oars 'til we storm all your shores
Take back what's yours
'Til your foes crawl gory floors on all fours

[Verse 2]
There's smoke and dust choking us, I hope it won't combust
It's coating the mechanism of oppression's spokes with rust
There's only so much that we'll let our load be pushed
To the Overseers who oversee us, I show disgust
How come they get the loaf while we beg below for crusts?
I don't trust 'em just as far as I could throw the fucks
And when stones are chucked, bones are bust
Wounds are opened up, resistance and revolt's a must
We're going for broke or bust
Fed up of hanging 'round shanty towns in hand-me-downs
I'm tracking down your family if you don't hand me the crown
Today's the day that I will finally find the fire inside
To come and claim what's rightfully mine
I'm tripping the kingdom and crying
For children, men and women to rise
Your tyranny's rivers are dry, my, this is a riveting sight
In the blink of an eye, you're gonna die
So think of your imminent plight, give it a try
I decline to give up the fight 'til the end of my life

[Hook]
Take back what's yours
Walk through floors, walls and locked doors
Take back what's yours
'Til warm water pours from all your pores
Take back what's yours
All aboard, pull the oars 'til we storm all your shores
Take back what's yours
'Til your foes crawl gory floors on all fours

[Verse 3]
I'm going in
I'm of the inclination to instigate an insubordination
This is an incantation, an invocation, invitation to an investigation
I'll infiltrate, interpret and inseminate insider information
Incite intimidation in interrogation to get an
Indication of the indignatious indoctrination
Inundated in her nation of integration
Immigration, indiscrimination, interrelation
And inflammation in inhabitation under industrialization
Innocuous inoculation against an infestation
Insinuation? Incrimination
Implication? Incarceration
It's an illustration of the inculcated inconsideration
Incubated in us since her installation
The inauguration initiated intensification of
Inebriation imitating inspiration
Intoxication impersonates invigoration
Instrumental in inhibiting imagination
Innovation replaced with irritation
Infatuation with infuriation, illumination with immolation
Incineration and inhalation of the vapour's incapacitation
I'm impudent indemnification's insolent incarnation
Your argument just is invalidation

[Hook]
Take back what's yours
Walk through floors, walls and locked doors
Take back what's yours
'Til warm water pours from all your pores
Take back what's yours
All aboard, pull the oars 'til we storm all your shores
Take back what's yours
'Til your foes crawl gory floors on all fours