The nature of the downfall will not devastate you.

It won't shake you, quake you

and it certainly won't break you.

There'll be no smoking cars and houses

Just privileged CEOs cheating on their spouses

As they dream of a satisfied future

In which we forgive our beloved abuser

Whose empty promises foretold the bold

But left us to starve in the cold

No protests or riots

as if we'd ever try it

No, we've not discovered how easy we are to outwit

As we sit back, relax

And lead them right into the cockpit

Of a nation crumbling silently at the roots

Though we kneel to kiss the mighty boots

Of he who curtailed the pursuit of happiness

The downfall has no flames

Just neon signs of the names

Of the brands we ought to buy

This is how they oversimplify

Why we work ourselves to death

Rotting away in agony

Ignoring their antagony

At our children we broadly smile

Considering inside if it was at all worthwhile

Birthing them into a wasteland wrapped in gold

Left to fight for their lives when we've grown too old

To appease our tie-clad masters

And since we're all just bitches and bastards

We don't doubt for a second that they're right.

The nature of the downfall is twisting and turning

It's rocking and rolling

Teetering and tottering

as images of the bombs fill our minds

our piggish overlords close the blinds

behind which lies

the secret of our fate

No, the downfall won't be boisterous and obvious

It won't shake the earth and rattle the galaxy

We can build all the shelters we want

But in the end we'll all be gaunt

for we'll come to terms with the fact that

the downfall

is

now.