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