[Intro, spoken]
Somehow it seemed the most appropriate location; consumer purgatory between two destinations. 

[Verse 1]
A chance encounter at a service station boiled my blood and left my brittle body shaking
It's like I've traveled back in time, lager louts and violent crime
A crimson cross to mark the spot, the god forsaken

[Chorus]
I see a fist connecting with a face
I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless, racist reprobates
I need to feel like there's something worth saving in this place
But all I see is hate

[Verse 2]
How we struggle to find meaning in the "facts"
A dialogue so porous that the language drips and trickles through the gaps
Each word uttered loses pertinence and tact
Muted by the noise of the attack

[Chorus]
I see a fist connecting with a face
I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless, racist reprobates
I need to feel like there's something worth saving in this place
But all I see is (Oooooh)
All I see is hate