They Come To Me

They come to me on bended knee where I can free them from reality They come to me in the gutter where I can monitor many frequencies They come to me at war with the now and their own sanity They come to me with futures of dust, just another dependency They come to me with progress reports but all I see are bodies burned They come to me with targets achieved but all I see is blood and chances lost They come to me with their cargo of dead and a history they scorn They come to me with choral approval but all I see is cost To live or die for a cause you have not first understood A mound of habits, the ties that bind the endless extraction of blood, The World is increasingly designed to depress us. Happiness isn't very good for the economy A world of corporate consciousness, the unseen presence of victorious corruption They come to me, pared down to need, the flywheel of society They come to me with no hymns or ballads to relive the glorious past They come to me that's what keeps them within the bounds of sanity They come to me and I tell them that happiness is revolutionary They come to me seeking an upgraded existence They come to me when the form of happiness is not good for business They come to me from another galaxy another hallucination They come to me with everything sagged in ruin, structural radiation They come to me on bended knee where I can be with them for reality They come to me with futures of dust, just another dependency They come to me at war with the now and their own sanity They come to me in the gutter where I can monitor many frequencies Come join me in the gutter I will not ask you to fight No hymns or ballads to relive the glorious revolution The past, and its cargo of dead But it's too late to do anything but mourn Grind it into the flesh, lest we forget