Claw like hands grasp mobile distraction devices
Herded masses over fed yet under nourished
A generation languishing in despair instead of living day-by-day
A culture of ingratitude and entitlement consuming everything in its way
So take and devour
No-one matters but you
When times are bleak
You can't care for the weak
Blinkered to the future
Blinded to the past
Holding empty ideals
And headed for a crash
Human detritus, devoid of discernible purpose
Practicing eugenics and reduced to primitivism
Square Earth, Sympathy Dearth
This side of the line if mine
A rod to your back and brambles in your eyes
You sit pretty, feeling self-entitled
In the casino of the over-privileged
The tyranny of things
Dystopian Futures - Bleak Lyrics
Dystopian Futures - Bleak Lyrics
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Claw like hands grasp mobile distraction devices
Herded masses over fed yet under nourished
A generation languishing in despair instead of living day-by-day
A culture of ingratitude and entitlement consuming everything in its way
So take and devour
No-one matters but you
When times are bleak
You can't care for the weak
Blinkered to the future
Blinded to the past
Holding empty ideals
And headed for a crash
Human detritus, devoid of discernible purpose
Practicing eugenics and reduced to primitivism
Square Earth, Sympathy Dearth
This side of the line if mine
A rod to your back and brambles in your eyes
You sit pretty, feeling self-entitled
In the casino of the over-privileged
The tyranny of things
Herded masses over fed yet under nourished
A generation languishing in despair instead of living day-by-day
A culture of ingratitude and entitlement consuming everything in its way
So take and devour
No-one matters but you
When times are bleak
You can't care for the weak
Blinkered to the future
Blinded to the past
Holding empty ideals
And headed for a crash
Human detritus, devoid of discernible purpose
Practicing eugenics and reduced to primitivism
Square Earth, Sympathy Dearth
This side of the line if mine
A rod to your back and brambles in your eyes
You sit pretty, feeling self-entitled
In the casino of the over-privileged
The tyranny of things
Writer: David Emmerson
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