Staying up late and reading the news Bunching my fists with rage and anger Ruling lunacy is getting daily proof Is there anything left to ban and arrest? Is there anything left to steal or disgrace? Or maybe there is someone to take down a peg?
This machine is heading for sublime ideals Nevermind the people getting under wheels Scream out loud or stay indifferent, prefer not to see In the end, it doesn’t matter, we are on the skids
Our sympathy is gone, our empathy is dead Emotions erode and become blinkered The more outrage we hear, the sooner we forget They give us illusions of easier ride Distracting our thoughts, they shape agenda While we waste our breath and dance after their pipe
Why concern ourselves with paths to better things? Let’s just emphasize our sacred destiny
Look around, it’s just imitation, whatever we do We’re killing time, searching for meaning in predefined rules