I’m fighting civil wars
Setting fire to buildings
Explosions going off
Siding with the villains
I’ve tuned out every voice
‘Til it’s only screams left
Can’t think over the noise
Inside my head

I’m feeling ignorant and ugly I’m ignorant and ugly
Bare ma teeth just tae sink em intae somedy
Bite down. Pipe down. Lights out.
Right now, no more Mr Nice Clown
Always smiling on the outside
And they said that it’s infectious (Tourettes is)
My contagious good nature
Well I feel it less the further that it’s spreading
Spent years trying tae make masel thoughtful, feeling awful
Behave Dave you’re a role model
But there’s no pressure release for the stress-filled heid
So I’m pressing release on this press release
I NEED TO GET ANGRY
I I, I NEED A PLACE TO BE ANGRY
Smashed crackpot (crackpot)
‘Cause if you bury down mad thoughts for that long you’ll burst like a ragdoll

I’m banging ma head on the wall just break the bricks off
Nothing left but rubble as they smash on the ground
Clash shout act out
I’ll huff puff and blow yir house down

It keeps streaming through ma head I’m on the spectrum
Between extremes or ZX, come on and take yir pick: plectrum
Lyrics: jagged shards, the beat kicks in yir rib cage
Attacks yir heart, stimulates yir lizard brain
Rip the frame, step out the portrait
Spit the flames, redecorate yir dome space
Cypher brain boxes catch beatings in doorways
I preside over proceedings: court case
Shouting on stage all night: hoarse Dave
Still run that thing for days? Course mate
Feeling raah animal noises and cold coffee
Nah nah nah I argue wi voices with no bodies
Yous are made up figments, imaginary, nobodies
Call that rap? I heard yir verses mate – no bodies
Hold on. Fuck you fuck you fuck you, now I’m feeling better
I’m away to write down a few more fuck yous and seal them in a letter

I’m banging ma head on the wall just break the bricks off
Nothing left but rubble as they smash on the ground
Clash shout act out
I’ll huff puff and blow yir house down

I need an outlet, drowning in news outlets
Here to chase you out of Earth with Liam Howlett
Then find some new hang ups tae add tae ma collection
Wear em round ma neck like Andrew Scott’s ear necklace
Fuck the pretentious “Fuck you Pay Me”
Word view, made me. We’re bird flu babies
Turned new pages, head just shaking
This feeling that 90% of yous are still underestimating
Me, hip-hop, rap, what we say we do
This mask is something that I’ll only ever wear for good
This is not a fad I’m not a lip-service sermonist
Scribbles in ma pad cause comfortable folks nervousness
They said I was some kinda saviour
Award winning, world-toured, hip-hop doctor and I still feel like a failure
Suffocating claustrophobe, but when Mary drops that rock n roll
I grab a mic and shed this awkward host

I’m banging ma head on the wall just break the bricks off
Nothing left but rubble as they smash on the ground
Clash shout act out
I’ll huff puff and blow yir house down