Masscult, Vulgarians, And Entitlement

How can you prance about
 Knowing some go without
 The world feels like a horror movie
 And I know...
 There's a bomb in Gilead
 Once a salve but now a rash
 Soft pelf and witchymen
 Stray voltage from high command
 Daywalkers through the golden ghettos
 Sweet Williams for the Fertile Crescent
 Pinioning for crystal herons
 You're walking bags of meat
 And your life means nothing
 How can you prance about
 Knowing some go without
 The world feels like a horror movie
 And I know that you're hurting
 I live by code without moral and honor
 Inappropriate dress and conduct
 I work for Division of Wealth
 Search for treasures at the expense of others
 I dreamt the intangible
 Prefabricate the unmemorable
 Minstrel shows for deafened jays
 Splayed the fog with fluttering blades
 Every aspect of human life
 has been monetized and outsourced
 A chemical haze lilts the great circle
 Our memories thin with excellent reason
 Battledress and discrete worlds
 How can you prance about
 Knowing some go without
 The world feels like a horror movie
 And I know that you're hurting
 How can you prance about
 Knowing some go without
 The world feels like a horror movie
 And I know you're hurt