Boomtime
we live in rows of boxes made of fucked up hopes dreams streamed via monitors screened protected sit in neon bars blinking observe the rich in compounds as a fractured sub species dying for future cars & trips to mars intelligent deathplanes patrol skies of impunity the government is whacking ya while you judge the x factor from the comfort of the dead zone one bed sofa rent terror dread while offenders feed the corporate blender working in cells as prisoners with jobs they used to call it slavery but PR makes it more cash stashed into holding accounts making magic bullets for the babies they got game gone apeshit crazy shoot 'em up shoot em down i said boomtimes coming but its already here been here for years if you're the chosen few if your bloodworks alright the final horizon of mushrooms that ends us all thank fucking christ its all so last century and the one before that get ready for boomtime for we'll be all be richer melting laying in the sun dripping down trickling into hot yellow soil |
