Prophecy

You are listening to Radio Cosmos Coming at you live from Floston Paradise! The school yard's empty No one's out to play A scene that strikes me A lot these days Children inside Playing games No ones out to chase the summer skies Gone are ventures In the woods 'Cause they're burning cars In our neighbourhood Everybody's angry and Misunderstood Is this some kind of prophecy coming true? Tell me, somebody tell me It's out of fashion Almost a crime To see no boundaries To be color blind Obedience's a virtue Think is out of style Is this some kind of prophecy coming true? You know it's coming Social media Big techs kiss Mental illness And braindead bliss We're sucked into A dark abyss Sucked into the vortex of hell Literal vampire pot bellied goblins Hobbling around coming after us My spirit gets close to that evil and it goes ARGHHHHH! I'm not trying to blame Anybody here But we police ourselves We gonna live with fear Orwell's nightmare Someone else's dream I think it's clear we're this Path is gonna lead