The reel
is rewinding.
Pause,
press play.
The
static hiss of empty space.
Welcome
to the last place you'll ever leave
This is
where your mind wanders while you sleep
This is where all your dreams are conceived
This is where all your dreams are conceived
This is
where your eyes will drown in disbelief
The
bureaucrats grab their baseball bats
They circle like vultures in first class
They circle like vultures in first class
Their
rhetoric of lead falls from the sky
A mortar
shell for each syllable cried
The businessmen
in three-piece suits
A pack of
rats on the morning commute
Return fire with their manufactured lines,
Return fire with their manufactured lines,
"Let's
fill the air with dollar signs
Let's
fill the air with dollar signs,
Dollar
signs, silk ties, sullen sighs, white lies!"
Rendezvous
in the trenches
War pigs
are on the offensive
They crawled out of the filth and mud
Their grins intact, teeth leaking blood
They crawled out of the filth and mud
Their grins intact, teeth leaking blood
Tank
treads grinding against the writhing ground
as they
devour the cadavers by the mound
Enter the
elders, the devastators
Giants in stature, tyrants by nature
Covering the empty spaces
with their mile-long strides
Every swinging fist a clock ticking
Every foot fall a stillborn tragedy
Reaching for the unachievable
Giants in stature, tyrants by nature
Covering the empty spaces
with their mile-long strides
Every swinging fist a clock ticking
Every foot fall a stillborn tragedy
Reaching for the unachievable
and now
finally able to grasp it,
They plucked the sun from the sky
and it burned a hole in their pocket.
Why do you horde? Why do you waste?They plucked the sun from the sky
and it burned a hole in their pocket.
Your self-interest has been misplaced.
Why do you horde? Why do you waste?
Your society has been disgraced.
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