Theyve built kingdoms upon cabins, Anticipate the crash Watching, Listening. While were clawing, gasping Volunteerism and livestock, convictions versus substance. Never tired of the descending escalator. Comfortable with discomfort and hating every minute of it Theyre after you through the t.v. screen and radio waves Theyve come for what youve got. Wolves in salesmens clothes and sheep in human skin Like rag dolls, were swinging from the pillars Of an economic carousel, trust your grip? Fret not, this is only temporary. Plagues are temporary too. Loving every minute of it? Is this our Oceania?
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