Onsind - Pigs in the Green Room lyrics

Somehow it seemed the
Most appropriate location
Consumer purgatory between two destinations

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
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

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
Worth saving in this place
But all I see is (O-o-o ooh)
All I see is hate