It never takes you long until you feel the chains
A cold brutality inflicted on the mind
Their voice, their rules, their guns
Their violent segregation is the price that you will pay
The morals they preach are the chains at our feet
Separation of people into different groups to stabilize the status quo
The channelling of hate away from the things threaten their status quo
The security of the system, a reason to work
Fodder for the factories, three million on the dole
The Brixton riots, this vision is theirs
Strapped so tight in moral bondage. Your fear of yourself
Take a look at Belfast, religion is the petrol on the fire of hate
Take a look at Brixton; they're out on the streets, another reason to fight
This system is suicide, a gullible hate for a gullible mind