Fly their flags upside down,

Then watch the sky come falling in

And ranks will swell to quell



These separatists

And our identity crisis

This great identity crisis



Traitor to 'my people'

No, you're a traitor to yourself

Enslaved by hierarchy



Demanding dues

Through this identity crisis

This clear identity crisis



Going down on one knee

To bear the load of some inglorious burden

Acting accordingly hastens death to the individual



You roam in packs

Smash the fringes to remind the nation-led



Of us 'fifth columnists'

And our identity crisis

This clear identity crisis