D.I.Y.

Things are not always how they appear

Like yeah, I’m here but I’m not here, I’m on another stratosphere

Time is fabricated, the sun neither rises nor sets

The Sun stays where it is, we’re on the rock that orbits it

Perception is everything. I awoke one day and said, “nah, not me. I want to see past the blockade.”

Your mind can be your own cage but knowledge is your saviour

but I warn you once you start digging it becomes addictive behaviour

The ramblings of a mad man can sometimes seem strange but, what’s strange?

What he’s saying? Or the perception of what he says?

Terrorist attacks, false flags, where’s ‘lucrative’ on the map?

The term ‘conspiracy’ was coined to add lunacy to fact

We’re like the mob

We make hits and nobody wants to talk about it

All the Punk kids, they live and witness

What the general public seems to miss

This is our house, this is our home

Keep your boots on in our abode

The BBC, they don’t wanna know

So, we’ll scream till our larynx explodes

D.I.Y D.I.Y D.I.Y ‘til I die

Or D.I.Y D.I.Y D.I.Y ‘til I sign

Clara Amfo why don’t you play our songs on the radio?

We are the incorruptible, we voice the system don’t want you to show

It’s all good, you know.

The cult following is growing, simmering down below

We were never supposed to be mainstream. So I guess we’re D.I.Y

The story goes even after the venues all close.

The BBC they don’t wanna run it. So we’ll ram it down all their damn gullets!

I’m an anxious soul, there’s a lot of work that goes into this ensemble

I’m Genghis Khan and I’m Casanova. I’m a lover, I’m a fighter, I’m a domino

And I will fall for your snake eyes, that’s just how I roll

I’ll continue to roll with you, you give me sweet F.A but still....

We are just us, we will just be. What’s yours will come eventually

How much you made? If you said it, if you said it then you just don’t get it!