So [bad word] 
Line up by the leafless tree
Where everything dies and nothing grows
Hanging like moulding [bad word] 
One last dance whilst you [bad word] 
I've got the paddington spectacles
black plague over all I admired
physical breakthrough
hearty choke
Seems like the whole world conspired
But there stood a man
He was cut up, destroyed and cold
Amongst the wreckage of his ribcage
His heart still fighting as he said
No matter if it all backfires
No matter if it all goes wrong
We've got to get ourselves together
Sat still for far too long
Now this ain't over yet, as far as I can see
We've only just begun

It's insatiable;
What we're waiting for
So to keep us from falling apart
We'll write songs in the dark
And to keep us from fading away
We'll write for a better day
So to keep us from falling apart
We'll write songs in the dark
And to keep us from fading away
We'll write...
IT WILL FLOURISH, IT WILL THRIVE
IT WILL NOURISH;
SPRING CLEANING OF THE MIND
IT WILL FLOURISH, IT WILL THRIVE
To take away our expression
Is to impoverise our existence
They silence and censor
Our right to create
In cells we choke,
It's insatiable;
What we're waiting for
[x4]
IT WILL FLOURISH, IT WILL THRIVE
IT WILL NOURISH;
SPRING CLEANING OF THE MIND
IT WILL FLOURISH, IT WILL THRIVE
It's insatiable;
What we're waiting for
[x4]