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.
