Imagine Imagine if What would happen What would happen if running on empty Seemingly forever The car crawls to the umpteenth fuel station Still out of sight, joining the motionless caterpillar of cars Traffic snaking, tailing back for miles Imagine Imagine if the afternoon turned to evening And as you approach the entrance Fists fly as the green plastic can is wrestled over And subsequently spilled across the great tarmac Mixing blood and petrol Imagine What if the price became so high It was only available to those who could afford it Those who the governments decide take priority Imagine it is rationed by the litre Security guards, then eventually soldiers patrolling the pumps Imagine Then it all stops ... then it all stops Imagine Imagine all the silence imagine all the silence After the rioting, the killing, the madness Silence ... silence What would happen next Traffic snaking Tailing back for miles Imagine if What would happen (what would happen...) Mixing blood and petrol Then it all stops (then it all stops...) What would happen next Imagine all the silence Imagine all the silence Imagine all the silence.