Friday, December 22, 2006

The man that used to speak
Performs a cute routine
Feel a little patronized
Don't feel bad. they found
A way inside your head
And you feel a bit misled
It's not that they don't care. the television's
Put a thought inside your
Head like a Barry Manilow
jingle I'd like to teach the
world to sing in perfect
Harmony a symphonic blank
stare. It doesn't make you
Not designed to make you
They're betting you won't

They'll place a wager on your
greed. A wager on your pride
Why try to beat them when a million others tried


Lost the battle lost the war lost the things
Worth fighting for lost the will to win the fight
One more pill to kill the pain
The going gets tough the tough get debt
Don't pay attention pay the rent your next of kin
Pay for your sins a little faith should keep us safe

Save us

The human existence is failing,
Resistance essential. The future
Written off. The odds are
Astronomically against us only
Moron and genius would fight a
Losing battle against the super
Ego when giving in is so damn

And so we go on with our lives we
Know the truth but prefer lies
Lies are simple simple is bliss. Why
Go against tradition when we can
admit defeat. Live in decline. Be the
Victim of our own design
With status quo built on suspect
Why would anyone stick out their
neck Fellow members of club
We've got ours, I'd
Like to introduce
You to our host
He's got his and I've
Got mine. Meet
The decline

We are the queer
We are the whore
Ammunition in the class war

We are worker
We love our queen
We sacrifice
We're soylent green


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