Dystopia

Wonder why there's no more friction? Cos all the opposing forces are merely fiction now. Better watch your mouth, man! Or you'll be seen by the mouthmen! And they'll put you in a ditch and tell you "Your thought crimes equal lifetime!" God help you if you have an opinion! They'll give you fruit salad and you tell them "I like Onions!" But never mind! We'll put it behind and try to get through this euphoria! And put an end to this dystopia! Everyone is equal! So everyone is worthless! Give them all the same amount of cheese! Praise God, Allah, Buddha, I don't care! Cos in the end you'll all be going on your way (Yahweh) Get it? NO! I will not stand for this, all of you can drink your tainted water! Cos now I have no daughter to feed. There used to be a time when we could use all our belongings to create something the radio could call unique! Radio? What is that anymore?! It was lost in the stream! I don't have anything it seems, just my friend and his electric guitar! I must find all I can! Anything, somebody, to fight this crap! What is this mystical thing? I'll give it a blow, yes, I'll give it a tap! We've been caught! It was a trap! Goodbye Mum and Dad! No! (This is the Mouth Lord speaking, today we play...what we played before)