Wretched souls intrinsically bound to the grindstone complacency toils away chain gangs on the ever expanding miserable topography economic prisons rise in the blink of an eye tethered one and all paving the black rivers that lead to a collective decline
Failing the very thing that nurtures survival As our levee breaks Disorder slips through the cracks No hope to sustain when we've outgrown our home No longer able to stave off a tipping point towards collapse
All our roads lead to perdition
Feeding the Sheeple a steady diet of compelling distractions Paving the roads leading to new middle ages