Surely we have lost our way
Losing songs we used to play
Lost and looking for some balance
That some of us took for granted.
Hurlyburly. A stumbling mass.
Drunk, angry, fat from greed.
Not greed that ever stole from me
But looked me rather in the eye
While pumping furiously
Bleeding me dry
There she goes don’t ever look down
Nothing to see, no flag on the ground
Never forget we are the royal ‘me’
Don’t question your curated liberties
Don’t worry. No. Worry. It’s better for me
Keep drinking and striving forever ahead
Not sleeping, so tired and easily lead
The danger in difference is never wrong
But don’t ever sing the different song
Don’t speak of union and harmony
Shout defiance and cradle the misery.
For you and me and them and us
Are born of swirling and sparkling dust
And to that dust we shall return
Pulverized by gears we built to burn