A million stars fill the night sky, its ironic only this satellite can illuminate our demise
Our self obsessed elimination of all that we hold dear, propaganda, agitation, spreads these lies and fear.

So tell me my friend, is this the end, of our empire in an ashtray.
Wallow in this brave new world today, our empire in an ashtray.
It will burn us all, burn us all away.

So it’s the end of culture, an end to rights and freedom, the government wages war on the poor and different alike.
So we threw words at parliament, and got bullets for our argument.
The world it changes, the world feels old today.

So tell me my friend, is this the end, of our empire in an ashtray.
Wallow in this brave new world today, our empire in an ashtray.
It will burn us all, burn us all away.

All the shattered lives and friendly lies, cover up a picture of a gross mediaeval fantasy.
So blow me up my friend, I’ll be another martyr with a fucked up end.
I’d rather peace than war, but I’ll break before I bend.

So tell me my friend, is this the end, of our empire in an ashtray.
Wallow in this brave new world today, our empire in an ashtray.
It will burn us all, burn us all away.

This cancer, this lobotomy, that’s done to our minds.
There is no democracy, this civilisation is a failure, a hypocrisy.
I am just a number to you, with no say in what we do, got no say in what you do.

So tell me my friend, is this the end, of our empire in an ashtray.
Wallow in this brave new world today, our empire in an ashtray.
It will burn us all, burn us all away.