The clamour and the clatter of incensed keys
Can bring a nation to its knees
On the wings of a lethal icon
Bird of prey
It’s a sign of the times when bedlam rules
When the masses condone pompous fools
And the scales of justice
Tip in disarray
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Matters of fact fall on deaf ears
While the bitter mobs ramp up their fears
Go creeping round those corridors of power
As the dead heads gladly suffer sins
While the euthanising then begins
The clock is ticking down to doomsday hour
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Alien nations gleam
Cybertronic schemes
Fibre optic mass hypnotic
Wild neurotic memes
Cynicism greed what you’re fed
Disconnecting from the world wide web
It don’t matter about your choice
Cause all you’ve got is an empty voice
And there’s no way left to tell what’s right from wrong
There’s still time left to do what’s right
Eliminate those parasites
And force your mind amidst the angry throng
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Disconnect the system
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Euthanise the brain
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Blind synthetic wisdom
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Digitally criminally insane
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