I dedicate my next step
And every one after it
To stomping every yuppie neck
And calling it progress
We spay and neuter
Lapping spit from the screen
First person shooter
Suicidal friendly fire
In our utopia
Where silence is god
We damn ourselves
To repeat the echos
Without a though
I dedicate my next breath
And every one after it
To inhale stench of yuppie death
And calling it progress