Misery Index

Commodify the vision and sanctify the rape with moral antidotes,
wide awake and dead, we consumate the bond, stomach tied in knots,
driving class relations, engines working hard,
this mechanism breeds contradictions, bury expectations,
nothing's going to last, the tide is turning back –revocation.
They cant control us, there's nothing left,
our thirst for vengeance,
your dying breath, its a quiet revolution,
from the city to the fields,
we're not forgotten, reject this greed machine.
Hope is for the hopeless, dreaming for a life,
as opiates replace human passion advertise our weakness,
colonize our space, feed the appetite as force fed gluttons,
its life in dead time, its self– decay, their so-called heaven,
now rots away, its a quiet revolution, from the city to the fields,
we're not forgotten, reject this greed machine– with golden eyes our gods will lead us,