The system breaks
disintegrates
the walls come crashing in.
the damage done
repair men come,
fit new plates and it once again
disintegrates.
It needs a complete new overhaul before the system kills us all or that being done the repair men come and fit new plates.

I arch my back and watch it go, cool cats you know have nine lives so
I watch it go again
again.

I watch the system come to its end and I pretend the system that emerges from the dust will and must be better than the one that went before, but it's just as I anticipate another break and disintegrate.
Lies designed to disenfranchise, built in comfort for the nine to five, six lives down and three to go I watch it go and go and know the last plate left is the one that's so
predictable.