Текст песни Enter Shikari The Paddington Frisk

So bitch
Line up by the leafless tree
Where everything dies and nothing grows
Hanging like moulding fruit
One last dance whilst you decompose
I've got the paddington spectacles
A black plague over all I admired
A physical breakthrough
A 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