Blitz Spirit from Blitz Spirit by Jess Silk

I can’t recall where I was when the world fell apart
A slow poison unleashed heading straight for the heart
Now they’re raising their arms with their palms to the floor
You’d think we’d’ve learned from what happened before
But it seems this is just the start

Another free thinker that’s murdered for what they believe
The same old story again but with somebody new left to grieve
The blood still runs red as the shirts fade to black
It’s the same bloody cause just a different flag
Makes you scared to wear your heart on your sleeve

And still they have the nerve to ask

Where’s your Blitz Spirit? Making out that we both walk the same bloody line
But we’ve no foe in common to bring us together this time
They say come and stand with me as if we were at war marching on the front line
But I’d not be beside them if it ever came to that fight

This ideal that spreads through the lost souls is growing too strong
Like a wound that’s ignored, left to fester unchecked for too long
And those up in charge just add fuel to the flames
Distracting us all with the games that they play
They dictate who is right and who’s wrong

And still they have the nerve to ask

Where’s your Blitz Spirit? Making out that we both walk the same bloody line
But we’ve no foe in common to bring us together this time
They say come and stand with me as if we were at war marching on the front line
But I’d not be beside them if it ever came to that fight

I’d be looking in their eyes

Now they’re chanting the name of a leader that nobody chose
While they’re picking out lamp posts to hang up all those who oppose
Because this is their flag and they’ll wear it with pride
With smiles on their faces and hate in their eyes
Those same eyes that they keep firmly closed

And still they have the nerve to ask

Where’s your Blitz Spirit? Making out that we both walk the same bloody line
But we’ve no foe in common to bring us together this time
They say come and stand with me as if we were at war marching on the front line
But I’d not be beside them if it ever came to that fight

I’d be looking in their eyes

• Folk
• protest
• singer-songwriter
• Stourbridge