Too much shit taking over the globe
Without realising it, we’re more remote than we ever thought possible
Internet and the likes, a Sky Sports mic. shoved so far up our ass it’s impossible to decipher between what’s real, what’s false
Ought to know better, Murdoch et al, too money-driven to care, all they ever seem to see are dollars signs inside of our eyes
Coaxing your finger to fall upon that PayPal button, oh so lost and lonely gluttons for punishment, we are indeed
Starving for alternative attention, just don’t mention the bloody bill!!
Pop a pill – depression seems to run the core these days, before wiping our heads off, coming back for more
Taking it all over again
An eye soar of a different kind entirely, we might just need to take a few too many steps back, press goddamn rewind
Otherwise we’ll be left dangerously square-eyed and blind
Utterly ill-equipped to find our own way
Someone, anyone of these not so silent punishers has to fucking pay!!
Quite philosophical, eh!
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