…And here we go again My soul tainted red They want me in dismay, they want me to obey They want me to never see the light of day again Want me to compound now; want me to go down now Want me to never feel inspired yet again Stamp the form – it’s a structured form of homicide Stand your ground - it’s the reason that they have you wait in line Strike you off the list of things they have to do Strike you down because they have no concern for you When I think I’m done, I want to go on my way But they find another reason to call me back and make me stay Administrative costs – there’s no other choice but to pay By the time I complain, they’ve wasted my whole day Because they try to make me late and take food right off my plate They never want to see me in an empowered state So I want to see them drown now, want to see them crashing down, I want them to never call my ID code again Step off –it’s the fourth or fifth branch of power The backlog – inefficiency shadows intent So crucify until the end of time - my soul, my goal is to see you sink Just like the media which undermines With discontent and poor management The reality of the bureaucracy And the protocol that dictates it all For my sanity I choose to hit the ground and run Hit the ground and run… This is not going well for me, I feel like a blinded follower Regulation from the hierarchy At the top their procedures force me to start again And as I question institutions, they anticipate my needs But they ignore my opinions, It’s a lack of leadership that leaves us frustrated So crucify until the end of time my soul my goal is to resist Discontent and poor management The reality of the bureaucracy Is killing with endless lists and lines to toe for the status quo And the protocol that dictates it all For my sanity I hit the ground…

Speak in a dialect of urban decay and dead city streets now The news from nowhere came that Ste. Madeleine was burning down and yet For the record I would like claim no part in it but It still brought me to my knees and now I hold my breath… …Again, just like everytime the tickertape scrolls by with updates that Makes my intentions seem so bleak and quite arbitrary until I defect We can’t stop - But we will switch it off one day So we rationalise the fear… A part of me went down into the modulated sound Of the distress signals that they screamed A part of me died now, at the first sight of the images on the TV screen Transmitting out of nowhere – the message is unclear; congested with mediocrity And I yearn to see – the static in grey and green And all joke aside – there is something wrong when You don’t pick a side – you give up the fight So won’t you please state your name – and Call Sign Speak in a dialect of urban decay and dead city streets now The news from nowhere came that Ste. Madeleine was burning down and yet For the record I would like claim no part in it but It still brought me to my knees and now I hold my breath… …and choke until my lungs collapse into waveforms Diffract around capillaries with sinusoidal shapes Composed of multiple frequencies which diverge Into white noise distorting singular values As the ashes all dissolve, and condense into passing clouds The structure burns into the ground, with no one there to hear the sound But the cameras and microphones are still picking up these weak signals In space-time, these dots and lines – encryption spelling out despair Spelling out despair…. We’re burning down We’re burning down

This is your national flag Watch how the black stripe separates the people into two distinct halves One half is above the line – next half is below the line And at the end of the day, we’re all separated… Be true to your own roots now, and everything on file Salute to the symbols you know now And dedicate your life - your interests to your country It will break you down; we’re so suicidal, so anxious to die for her It’s my intention to… Take the black stripe off the flag so I can hang myself on the pole I’m gonna hang myself on the pole, so I don’t have to face the… Plastic sheet in voting booth, so you can shoot yourself at the polls I’m gonna shoot myself at the poll, so I don’t have to face the world Won’t some please save me now …give me identity I want to patriotically bury my entire life under costal sun and sand Because my mother land is an island slowly sinking into the sea It’s my intention to… Take the black stripe off the flag so I can hang myself on the pole I’m gonna hang myself on the pole, so I don’t have to face the… Plastic sheet in voting booth, so you can shoot yourself at the polls I’m gonna shoot myself at the poll, so I don’t have to face the world Face the world… For life, for love, your integrity, your community, for your friendships, for your family Whatever it takes, whatever it takes to… That that black stripe off the flag so I can hang myself on the pole They put a plastic sheet in voting booth, so you can shoot yourself at the poll Psychological saviour When satisfaction seems to be the death of all desire But am I failure for falling into love with the land of ‘La Trinity’? Systematic form of mind-rape Red borders and hummingbirds in hibiscus trees I choose not to favour my own happiness over heritage

Chapter One – a recognition, protection of human rights Fundamental, inalienable – freedom that is enshrined Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four It is hereby recognised, and declared That there have existed, and shall continue to exist… Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four (Eric Williams Sample) The right of the individual to security and equality before the law Or in treatment from any public authority; Freedom of thought and expression Without discrimination by reason of race, religion, colour, origin or sex These freedoms and fundamental rights are understood as self-evident Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four Respect my, Respect my, Respect my Section Four

…It’s a breakdown of the fabric that keeps up your lies …So break away Try to kill the community for an unsustainable economy A black and red reality to sanctify conformity An age old fallacy to treat people like commodities A struggle for integrity to maintain autonomy Have you ever really wondered why The suits are only in it when the revenues are high? And the tax-payer always gets denied On the fields on the farm, on the streets to the side now Into the perfect sky which we see rising over every morning There’s a single tear, a broken smile, a light that’s in your eyes I am my father’s son and he was his mother’s child – we were born free It’s the fight inside of me… …A brand new day For the sake of discussion, there’s an illusion of succession And a partial digression to a system of oppression A brand new perception to facilitate a question And answer with a weapon to destroy the connection Do you ever really question why landlords gets richer while proletariats die? And so we train our eyes – to ignore the brutality Into the perfect sky which we see rising over every morning There’s a single tear, a broken smile, a light that’s in your eyes I am my mother’s son and she was her father’s child – we were born free It’s the fight inside of me From Kingston… …to Castries …to Georgetown Back up to Port-of-Spain… …on the streets of Port-of-Spain These dreams are alive with the hopes of tomorrow Which praise us with gifts and dead songs of sweet sorrow But in my heart, my soul, my mind for me, The path I walk and the peace I find for real The time I kill and the wounds I bleed you see, …the day I die, until the day I die in peace…

I’m flying, still trying, still dreaming of dying, denying the world They’re starving, but loving, not judging the silence; they’re quite and choose not to scream Until every human being on every continent has access to food and shelter… …The basic right to live Shut your eyes, because the sight is so disturbing Hold your breath because we’re all going to drown in the flood Cover your mouth so you don’t breath in the disease; It infects my whole reality Shut your eyes or you will lose your vision; Hold your breath because we’re all going under The monsoon will destroy the village; as I watch my brother die in poverty Dropped down from the sky in a wooden crate - the relief that they sent was a little too late Try to find a means to survive (and so now how can we live?) Ration what we have to stay alive (so we will wake to see tomorrow…) So learn how to differentiate between your wants and your needs Learn how to draw the line between your rights and luxury Learn the difference between motivation and greed …We’ve got six billion hungry mouths to feed It’s a disgrace how we progress everyday - When the technology that can save us all Is in the hands of the corporate elite - Monopolising cures for infectious diseases So why on Earth do people starve? - When we have the means to save the world Who will lead the way for us? - When is the time to day “I’ve had enough”? Dropped down from the sky in a wooden crate - (keep me alive, I want to survive) The relief thst they sent was too little too late (inanition, I’m bleeding, malnutrition –I’m dying) Try to find a means to get by - (so now how can we live?) Ration what we have to stay alive - (so we can rise to see tomorrow) We will not forget about the bitter taste of the lack of choice that forced us to be in this place We will not forget about the bitter taste of the lack of choice that forced us to be in this place Until you learn how to differentiate between your wants and your needs Learn how to draw the line between what’s a right and what’s a luxury Learn the difference between motivation and greed We’ve got six billion mouths to feed (and counting!) So learn how to differentiate between our wants and our needs Learn how to draw the line between what’a a right and a luxury Learn the difference between competition and greed We’ve got six billion mouths to feed! All hail to the crash - Malthusian population, still ever growing Push us back right to the past - As we grow, as we eat, as we starve we still find ways to Continue this life – continue this life, unsustainable cycle But we can’t even protect – can’t protect the health of our fellow human brother All hail to the crash - Malthusian population, still ever growing Push us right back – back, right to the past As we grow, as we eat, as we starve we still find ways to Continue this life –this circle, unsustainable cycle But we can’t even protect – can’t protect the health of our fellow brothers

And I awoke from this dream, where I have seen random objects all laid out With no pattern it seemed, ordered arbitrarily, until index numbers were found From one to infinity, expanding exponentially, the limits were unbound And now evidently this message can’t be isolated from the sound …of the noise of these structures resonating, slowly breaking apart at the cracks Which widen to reveal, a misplaced sense of forgotten beauty Previously, hidden in meaning, it’s quite misleading To conclude so fast, that we will all collapse Into fragments of light with the courage to Confront what we’ve been hiding from The truth of our own mortality in stark contrast with The noise of the particles vibrating, dissipating into the wind Who’s blowing to reveal, the fabric underneath the seams And just like river banks in rainy season we burst open with emotion And tension for a new adventure up ahead in the distance We overcome these short term hurdles with no hesitation anymore, …So many options to explore Don’t waste my time – The process has commenced Won’t change my mind – Because I’ve gone against You can’t define – a functional threat Because you will find that the terms have all broken apart And this anxiety is tearing me apart inside As We collapse… And We all will Collapse As this line is erased We will all collapse…

In burnt out fields the flowers grow - between the crosses, row on row That mark our place; and in the sky - the larks, still bravely singing, fly We are the Dead. Short days ago - we lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow, Loved, and were loved, and now we lie… in burnt out fields; so Say my name, won’t you – scream it out loud Over the sound of the bombs as they hit the ground as these silent streets become unwound; so… Say my name, won’t you scream it out loud Over the noise of the crowds that flee the town As these skyscrapers are slowly falling down So take up our quarrel with the foe To you from failing hands - we throw the torch; be yours to hold it high If you break faith with us who die - We shall not sleep, though flowers blow In burnt out fields, way down below – through memories of long days ago Say my name, won’t you – scream it out loud Over the sound of the bombs as they hit the ground As these silent streets become unwound; so… Say my name, won’t you scream it out loud Over the noise of the crowd as they flee the town As these skyscrapers are slowly falling down now Written down in history books – our lives become undone From the senseless wars that took – our fathers’ lives, and their children’s innocence With bullet shells that pave the scene and set the stage for apathy For years, and generations to come Ever since our ancestors allowed intentions to become undone And the schoolteacher says ‘That’s the just the way it is” Paint the whole globe red with politics Draw border lines, define territory So the tragic loss is just a memory To justify these blatant lies – which carve in time and in our minds That it’s all necessary – to build a future dream …But at what cost? ...all humanity is lost When the soldiers still fight The infantry still marches on in the motion of ‘left-right’ Left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right, left-right…

In World War I we used machine guns in trenches World War II was fought with tanks and planes dropping bombs We don’t know what we’ll use in World War III But World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones Watch out! - There’s a brand new way to kill you enemy Douse him in the radiation – fire away Military use – a new philosophy Ground zero testing devastation This is a point of no return- Master the art of killing ourselves A standoff across the globe- Arms race for proliferation But be grateful that you’ve never yet seen The sunset over the shadow of a mushroom cloud When global leaders have allowed for this to go too far… This is a point of no return- Master the art of killing ourselves A standoff across the globe- Arms race for proliferation (We knew that the world would not be the same. A few people laughed; a few people cried. Most people were silent) No first use – prevent abuse of technology and scientific progress We must stop this doomsday clock and dismantle this stock of warheads New clear hollow costs - a strategy to exhaust all diplomatic options Simulate a winter state of mutually assured destruction Try to calculate the half-life of humanity With the push of a button – designed to undermine continuity But be grateful that you’ve never yet seen The sunset over the shadow of a mushroom cloud When global leaders have allowed for this… (now I am become death, the destroyer of worlds) …for this to go too far

Figure out the way their game is played First step is to make sure we’re afraid And unaware – of the real price paid Under the pretext of free trade Because we will never get any better If we neglect to examine Every letter in every word In every line in every document signed Because if just one value is off the graph Then we all suffer while the foreigners laugh whiles we… Disagree and make a great big fuss Try to implement and end up buss! No co-operation; No trust In a zero sum game it’s them against us (solo) Start up a new round of negotiations Define fresh sets of obligations Can’t defy – we must comply Sovereignty lost through liberalization They insist that we risk - security and economy EPA; FTA; WTO; well we don’t know! Bilateral abuse – it’s no use When we’re colonized through commercial ties We have no chance to achieve balance

Justify how this democracy seems so inclined To define a way for power and authority to corrupt the most civilised of minds As they overdose on energy… Sacrifice now, a brand new part of your life so as Just to become another piece of scrap paper that jams in the bureaucracy As we overdose on apathy… This is no doubt true madness – citizens pay for the white collar criminals We need a brand new system – we need a culture revolution Enforce the law with due process – convict the crooks who steal from the Treasury We need a brand new system – we need a culture revolution So how can you sleep every night, while the little girl is raped in the city streets? Cost-overruns transferred into foreign bank accounts, with no transparency “Because when I grow up, I’m gonna be… …the biggest white collar criminal this country has ever seen!” Maximum leadership is the song I sing And its words are alive like the logo on the wing Of a private jet - an all inclusive fete For my campaign financers and their kids Executives lined up to give me bribes Contract bid-rigging - just close your eyes Who’s going to be next financial bailout? – You can decide! So justify how this democracy seems so inclined To define a way for power and authority to corrupt the most civilised of minds As they overdose on hypocrisy… [Reggae/Dub Bridge – Instrumental Break] This is no doubt true madness – citizens pay for the while collar criminals We need a brand new system – we need a culture revolution Enforce the law with due process – convict the crooks who steal from the Treasury We need a brand new system – we need a culture revolution I’m want to be the Honourable Crime -Minister Of a failed country; of a failed state

I thought I heard you say “These trees are covered in alcohol” As it erodes into the sand I’m falling upwards… I’m falling upwards… Find a way to blend the ink into the stains Jump ship form the old to the new wave Supernova illuminates the highway See yourself as a body in the express lane This is the story of our interconnection Shot us down in our prime Now we slowly become invisible, it’s undeniable that We are (We Are) - We’re the children of a globalised world We are (We Are) - We’re the children of a globalised world A substitute for your compliments A compliment to what you substitute Infinite fractal design that’s spread over space and time The debris was a girl who fell apart, the debris of a soul that fell apart Erase all the facts and dig through the sand The farmer is dead, so the village will forever starve The reasons are infinite, yet they seem so hard to justify Wipe all your tears and kill all the memories The fabric slowly tares, but it’s mended by radio-waves Because Everything is made of string and it’s quickly unravelling Binomial, bi-variate – expanding in an n-dimensional world Slow – decaying wheat that we find [Rant 1]: Calling it a cover-up just might be far too dramatic; but for more than half a century, even in the midst of some of the greatest scientific and artistic achievements of human history, we have all been aware of a dark loud looming on a distant horizon. I dreamt I heard you scream “These trees are covered in mescaline” As I seem to forget my name… I’m scaling downwards… I’m tripping upwards... Erase all the facts and dig through the sand The farmer is dead, so the village will forever starve Wipe all your tears and kill all the memories Everything is made of string and it’s quickly unravelling ‘Dear Citizen’ ‘Yes Sir’ ‘Can’t you see, you can’t bleed; We’ve stolen your memory …and the only way to live is under our control’ ‘I don’t believe’ ‘…And yet we control nothing!’ The signal was weak in the valley, so we climbed to the mountain top And I told you to ‘Jump off!’ Wrap up, pack up your perceptions Take a side; hitch a ride to the end times Smoke filled eyes relax for the last time [Rant 2]: And just was is the texture of this fabric, which wraps my face in dissonance; elegantly distracting from the reality of our chaotic nature; gracefully dictating our thoughts, structured like clockwork; tangential to every breath and every heartbeat, over the vast plains of our history. We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children …of a globalised world, of a globalised world, of a globalised… …of a globalised world, of a globalised world, of a globalised… I thought I heard you say ‘These trees are covered in alcohol’ As it erodes into the sand I’m falling upwards… I dreamt I heard you scream ‘These streets are covered in mescaline’ As I seem to forget my name… I’m scaling downwards… I’m tripping upwards... A substitute for your compliments, to compliment what you substitute A substitute for your compliments, to compliment what you substitute We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children We are (We Are), We are (We Are) – We are the children …of a globalised world, of a globalised world, of a globalised