Skyclad

Just a blank expression sitting in an easy chair
The living incarnation of a world that doesn't care
Mesmerized by media lies
Now they're New and Improved by a cunning disguise
It drinks their poisoned water
And thrives off noxious air.
The avant garde of apathy
Waits on the front line
Ever so patiently just biding its' time
They're an advertisers dream
With a greed habit
Their only fear is the fear
Of a green planet.
The avant garde of apathy
Looks after itself