Post Apocalyptic Ecstasy Slavery

The skyless streets at the floor of the city Reflect a great giant sun somewhere in all that metal It groans and squishes all hope of escape Too many people, & not enough space Everybody still has babies just the same We're all stacks n' numbers n' consumers but wait If you ain't rich now, you're likely never to be So keep kissing their feet & hugging your knees & having them watch your back Through everything you're watching And don't look too sad or like you want a change Yes, this is ok This is where you'll stay In that nowhere placid space Even when you have no space in your brain To remember who you're supposed to be Post apocalyptic ecstasy slavery is happening and we are all willing Post apocalyptic ecstasy slavery is happening and we're willing Post apocalyptic ecstasy slavery is happening we're all willingly checking into it Ecstasy slavery ecstasy slavery & if something is going to happen, don't let it show Don't let them know you're onto them they don't Care as long as you're still shopping long as you're still watching They'll watch you back and if you wanna escape they'll make you crack And if you want a face they'll give you that And if it hurts everywhere there's an app for that & if there's dirt in your soul a machine will grow And you won't own nothing least of all yourself Post apocalyptic ecstasy slavery is happening and we are all willing Post apocalyptic ecstasy slavery is happening and we're willing Post apocalyptic ecstasy slavery is happening we're all willingly checking into it Ecstasy slavery ecstasy slavery