The Modern Abomination

And now we've done such harm I'm alarmed by the frozen winter's thawing spirit Destroy this modern abomination What lay beneath the rubble of deceit Of buildings and adverts out on the street Stone under foot that calls to me louder and louder, long forgotten With not but rotten leaves laying at its grave We care for nothing real and now we're nothing real at all Hold on tightly to your many futile things and paste your shallowest of concerns on the Wall As if it matters, as if it makes a difference This modern abomination kills us in a slow and a quiet, quiet asphyxia