Hadean

1. Hadean
 Sitting out the goosestep
 Of the long march of the Yes-men
 As their gold card wielding wives
 Are consumed by bitterness
 It takes a lifetime to conceive
 That your days in the sun are but brief
 So they snivel, and repeat the echoes
 That buzz off every screen
 No wonder that the sociopaths
 At the top of the human thrash pile
 Refer to us as cattle: we are branded, sold and fatted
 We're raised for a purpose
 A drear existence on the work farm
 And then a quiet death in the nursing-barn
 "You must pay your dues", cries the humble mind
 We're distracted with excuses
 Why we can't reach for the stars
 And so we never spring to arms
 To claim back what's being taken from us here
 Every single fucking day "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em", another one cries... We're distracted with excuses
 Why we can't reach for the stars
 And so we never spring to arms
 To reclaim what we are loosing
 Every day