We shuffle listlessly from the sofa to the door
Nobody talks about desire anymore
Just keep your head down and stay between the lines
Anybody asks you tell them "everything's fine"
The human spirit suffocates in a corporate tomb
The will to live supplanted by the need to consume
Dissent is ring-fenced with meticulous efficiency
An insect crushed beneath the hellish weight of this machinery
In a world where clarity is both a blessing and a curse
Progressively each revelation simply makes it worse
Dig beneath the surface and you end up in a hole
Sooner or later we all miss the surrender of control
We tell ourselves that's just the old addiction trying to drag us back
and all the while seek targets and a foolproof plan for the attack
Clandestine meetings with like minds in the shadows of the fringe
where battle lines are decided on and a strategy bound to win
And how long do we amuse ourselves, distracted from our fate?
by our insubordination and our petty little hate?
And whatever we accomplish the machine will profit best
They'll hang our heads on bloody spikes as a warning to the rest