Documents all around, who to blame, where’s the sound Nobody move, hurt inside, outside is rough ground Droplets, leaflets, strangers judging, can’t trust the outline Regrets reflects on windows, the spine of society plasticine
The things that happen behind closed doors Now remain there, no choice, pores of freedom are dangerous No voice, all we know is all we knew, yet they say what they don’t, (generous) joys When food runs out faster than money values forlorn We temporarily half appreciate what we had We face what we have to work on Those who didn’t escape physically, do that in their mind, do that to grind Online wasn’t far enough, so they grew a rind, words on paper, worn downs by time As desperation grows, behaviours decline, we socially whine, we cannot opine We eat what we get, we blind what we have to incline whilst being confined
He doesn’t stop calling mama abba And we can’t work enough We're all closed, living in pyjamas We live in fear, awaiting time The air is toxic, don’t breath the drama We lose our jobs and it all falls down We're mummified in the same pyjamas We’re deep in fear, afraid to climb Documents all around, who to blame, where’s the sound Nobody move, hurt inside, outside is rough ground Droplets, leaflets, strangers shrugging1, can’t trust the outline Regrets reflects on windows, the spine of society plasticine
Wipe your ass with an a4 you got in the post Toast your old bread, ejaculate some prose Don’t wear any cloths, it’s video, don’t bother verbose Gross, tumbling your toes? We just care the your work shows Overdose, work impose life dispose It’s time to furlough woes, and bose To diagnose what ticks your pose Take those, punch a few blows, and hereby arose Your new self, glows A productive machine for the new world So constructive and mean that it means null It’s seductive to live in a bubble it’s gall A divisive rough scheme that will help all Be conductive with orders, diplomatically twirled Exhaustively furled, I’m sorry, he purled
He doesn’t stop calling mama abba And we can’t work enough We're all closed, living in pyjamas We live in fear, awaiting time The air is toxic, don’t breath the drama We lose our jobs and it all falls down We're mummified in the same pyjamas We’re deep in fear, afraid to climb He doesn’t stop calling mama abba And we can’t work enough We're all closed, living in pyjamas We live in fear, awaiting time The air is toxic, don’t breath the drama We lose our jobs and it all falls down We build so much we’ll survive the trauma There’s is more good in this lifetime
Bizawi - Y U K Do I belong Are you my people Together we're alone Y U K The veins of this place, almost stroke, it gave me a taste We’re having another race to face Go back
Bizawi - You Work In the centre, a beautifully designed office, with open space Speaking openly about mental health, sexism and race I walk around cubicles *glassed meeting rooms Where the who׳s who
Bizawi - Barbette London streets, oxford creeps Followed hills, breaths, headphones feels Popping ears, pub with guts on the floor Expensive wheels, rocks in blocks on Savile row We going into
Bizawi - Care It is your life to own And we notice when you're gone Come along, it's time to shout What do you care about? It is your life to own And we notice when you're
Bizawi - Jeweliya There are so many reasons Why this won't work We are forced to fork Still, let’s walk, one last talk Sliding down a forbidden back Skidding fingers fumble as a pack
Bizawi - After two I am husband in search for a his wife I became a mom, she told me, twice Although, she is looking for herself But we're no longer halves, ~~we're quarters~~ Yeah it might
Bizawi - Aimless I feel so aimless Everyone else progress Stuck in the same place Tiredness It’s time baby, again a new adventure starts Playing dressing up, down to my part? I
Bizawi - Can't touch her She’s boss miss Pops up in the office I’m the boss And she’s got the flow of it You’ve got a boyfriend i’m married with kids I’m not destroying what i’ve built for years
Bizawi - Sucksess Being lost learning something new Mediocrity on YouTube, I cue the few Mono opinions they slew, you think of you not us I seek what’s true, breaking a ceiling of glass Then the
Bizawi - Sorry How do I define myself without you near by Far from the eye far from the heart, no need to try You repeatedly hit me, why do you deny I argue with a sigh rage inside In a moment