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