All our Information floats through Fibre-Optic Cables
Sitting at the Station, Feel our Memory Disabled...
So, I Download A Book about Myths and Fables
The World's Run By Crooks, at several Board-Room Tables
We as the People, Burn the Steeple
Start a Revolution...
But It Barely makes a Ripple
Lost in Convolution...
Digital Pollution
Saturates everything that we Touch
The Brightest Minds commit Suicide
'Cause they Know too Much....
People tell Me that I should convey Positive Vibes...
While Bankers and Politicians are Accepting Bribes
Misleading Scribes...History is always written by the Victors
Indigenous People are Erased from Pictures...
We need a Potent Elixir
A Permanent Fixture...
Instead of Running on a Meaningless Mixture
Of Binary Code, and Algorithms
That Slowly Corrode, Interrupt the Rhythms
Of Our Natural Heartbeat, in a world Run by Machines
Processed Food we Eat, Instead of Earthy Greens
This Worthless Scene of Social Media Fiends
Engulfs our Youth, Obscures the Truth
BUT WE'LL BURN DOWN THE VOCAL BOOTH!
People Have Grown Jaded, Our Moral Fabric's Faded
Life is Complicated, when you're Lost & Hated...
Every VOICE lost in the NOISE
We try to Speak with Style & Poise
Fuckin' with our Digital Toys
That Pacify the Girls and Boys
We're All Plugged-In to a world of Sin
And we Just Can't Win
Our Time is Wearing Thin
Still this Planet Spins....