U.K.R.I.P.
Dry as you are, creep old leaves,
snip out your pram no longer breathes
Your fragrance faint to my nose,
wish I could paint what no longer grows
Where you stood is a mystery to me,
the dead carnation is all I see

I'm beginning to understand,I'm getting wiser every day
This country is not United and the Kingdom's past away
Shall we start all over again, I don't know, I don't know

Bleaching light of the moon, clears just streets into my room
The dark cloak of paranoia feels one just to annoy you
Stop longing for how it used be, stop looking for how it's gonna be

The keys of time in, don't do what they want
No matter what you're revealing, don't do what they want.
Don't get low , don't let go
Don't get low, don’t let go !
Don't get low, don’t let go !