The broadsheet cometh today,

To free us all from the stigma,

The ink of the editor slays,

And the guardians know it.

Freeze, All the chatter amongst the?

Lines, That we can't access,

Speech, Has imperial hopes,

Question all the poppy-seed oblivious that

sit on the fence.

You are a shadow,

We want to know you,

Are you everything that fiction says?

You have a presence,

Spray your halo,

With all the conflict that protects our peace.

Your leaving our own back yard,

And letting them through the back door,

You pushed the old girl too far,

Don't you know that they come with?

Smiles, We catch them and we set them...

Free,

Escapism will get us...Through,

And hope that all the tabloids help to paint
  a picture that we know is false but it will do.

You are a shadow,

We want to know you,

Are you everything that fiction says?

You have a presence,

Spray your halo,

With all the conflict that protects our peace.

Don't you know there goes another one? No, you don't. (x2)

Twenty years down the line,

Minority was once the kingdom,

It's worth a patriotic cry,

But it will only serve to...

Hide, All the chatter amongst the...

Lines, That we can't access.

Speech, Has imperial hopes.

Question all the poppy-seed oblivious

that sit on the fence.

You are a shadow,

We want to know you,

Are you everything that fiction says?

You have a presence,

Spray your halo,

With all the conflict that protects our peace.

Don't you know there goes another one? No, you don't. (x4)