Bloc Party - The marshals are dead

Bloc Party - The marshals are dead Attention! Unbelievers Fashion victims Opportunists Blood sport Cop killer Don't trust art Don't trust culture Cancel your thoughts out forever Milk it and strain it to residue An insult that dilates forever Passing from history that's made from arrangements Of tannoys and cordons in symmetry That cancel forever Forever Spring breaks in ranks and in boulevards A country that grows us But cannot contain us A curse on your houses Rivers run with your sons' blood No case for extenuation All the marshals are dead