Streams, streams
Of silly string and statements
Spoilt from the start
not a coin earned from heart
And the audacity to defend
a blood-tattered, soul-shattered legacy
an interest that serves itself to the bitter end
and a hope for mankind that dies down, yet again
A robotic, a horrific, working nightmare
Waste and filth and marketing ploys
pass the infra-red, marked with fear and joy
Happiness in the empty heart
that’s fulfilled by plastic, and
Horror in the open heart
that’s sealed with servitude
All they want is a nation made for labour
a nation of thinkers would exchange their favour
If injustice is a cause worth risking a life for
then risk the lives of the lawyers and the lords
For their existence is sitting on the thin ice of their money
funded and incentivised, they **** up bribes like honey
Streams and streams of meaningless numbers
guide our timeline like through a rolling thunder
The vibrations from the cities have formed pyramids to the sky
Dragging us up by the scruff of our necks, to comply or to die
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 4:20 AM UTC
Streams, streams
Of silly string and statements
Spoilt from the start
not a coin earned from heart
And the audacity to defend
a blood-tattered, soul-shattered legacy
an interest that serves itself to the bitter end
and a hope for mankind that dies down, yet again
A robotic, a horrific, working nightmare
Waste and filth and marketing ploys
pass the infra-red, marked with fear and joy
Happiness in the empty heart
that’s fulfilled by plastic, and
Horror in the open heart
that’s sealed with servitude
All they want is a nation made for labour
a nation of thinkers would exchange their favour
If injustice is a cause worth risking a life for
then risk the lives of the lawyers and the lords
For their existence is sitting on the thin ice of their money
funded and incentivised, they **** up bribes like honey
Streams and streams of meaningless numbers
guide our timeline like through a rolling thunder
The vibrations from the cities have formed pyramids to the sky
Dragging us up by the scruff of our necks, to comply or to die
