While the bridges are all burning the *** is spilling muck
Theatre for the lemmings as the critics pass the buck
A histrionic kingdom, we’re ruled by feeble mind
While we line up for our trophy, at the killing-line

The pendulum swung again
vertigo is taking hold
The pendulum swung again
The people do as they’re told

You say you hold the keys
To the higher plane
But as the hologram glitches
The goal post shifts again

The pendulum swung again
vertigo is taking hold
The pendulum swung again
People do as they’re told

And the people do as they’re told
And the people do as they’re told