Onsind - Pigs in the Green Room lyrics

A chance encounter at a service station boiled my blood and left my brittle body shaking It's like I've traveled back in time, lager louts and violent crime, a crimson cross to mark the spot, the god forsaken. I see a fist connecting with a face I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless racist reprobates I need to feel like there's something that's worth saving in this place But all I see is hate. How we struggle to find meaning in the ‘facts' A dialogue so porous that the language drips and trickles through the gaps Each word uttered loses pertinence and tact Muted by the noise of the attack.