The Crunch

Black white brown, yellow or green.
It don’t matter the colour of your skin if you’re on our team.
Vision the dream. Visit the dream scene.
Inverse universe, Inverse universe, Inverse universe. Social statistics.
If your gonna whinge, if you’re gonna moan, take your but out of here and go on home.
Stone me see a f*cking state going mad, but you aint awake except to the T.V stare,
Trad talk with the visions of a copy cat, chat back, f*king parrot second-hand, understand.
Middle man, different views troubling you, but what about your own views? Home truths trouble you.
You’ve got the house, you’ve got the car.
You married the woman who burned her bra.
Now see how societies got hold of you, do the talk of the big wide world, while inside the minds going through hell.
Don’t you ever wish you could ever let it all go?
Instead of screaming along, until you hit the wall.
Subliminal suggestion the one to watch out for.
You can take them to court and sh*t the wit out of a crusty little sissy show.
But when the top sh*ts coming out of the T.V. radio, it’s a f*cking freak show.
Newspapers like to cut like a knife two wrong words could ruin your life.
Two wrongs don’t make it right.
Two wrongs don’t make it right.
Social statistics make you flip your lid, and the economic logics got your head in a spin.
Get my revelation, my animation I’m coming back soon.
Your prime time it’s dancing in the groove, now it’s time for you to free your mind and make your move.
Genetic tribes energise come alive, tribes inside the vibes inside.
Conscious state and it seems to generate, collective reasoning being awake.
The dreams to see now know what I mean?
Getting it real, so really living, giving the space to the birth of a vision.
Chill out your state if you want to relate to the face of a place, a happy state.
Open your door, adopt a kinder attraction, you don’t want to get off, no, you don’t want to get off no, you don’t want to get off no.
Don’t want to get off
The faster it goes the more you get less.
Don’t be so quick you’re gonna miss the rest.
The test is time, so slow it down, get your feet back on the ground, get your, get your feet back on the ground. Get your, get your feet back on the ground.
Get live protect and survive.
Learn to recognise the dehumanised.
Slick city boys with their military toys.
Making a big noise on our planet of love.
Yeah on our planet of love.
We’re all warriors so let us unite in clearing the shadows with a little light.
Black white brown, yellow or green.
It don’t matter the colour of your skin if you’re on our team.
Know what I mean?
I can hear the voice of youth more than image showing truth, former love is so untrue violent love is so untrue.
Yeah if you could touch what you feel would you still feel real, yeah?
If you could touch what you feel would you still feel real?
If you could touch what you feel would you still feel real?
If you could touch what you feel would you still feel real?
If you could touch what you feel would you still feel real yeah?
Would you still feel real?
Would you still feel?
Would you still feel real?
Would you still feel?
If you could touch what you feel would you still feel real?
If you could touch what you feel would you still feel real?