The Commas' State and the Coffin's Clay

We will not fear Their end is near They don't know what they will face Soon they'll cling to their coffin's clay What else do you need to believe This path has run its course We have no power here Evolution's not only in the mirror So long as wealth collects above We'll live beneath the monarch Social priorities fall prey To the commas' state We've been fed the fear of a Monster that's come to feed Quelling the will of our Defanged fight for needs They cry failure of a System in infancy Despite the centuries spent Claiming all they see Waving handouts to show that they care While untold excess trims lacking welfare Flashing their next distraction to fend That void of communal abandonment What's the point in society When we won't give our own Basic necessities No, there's no guarantees It's high time we try to realize We have been tied to a post Of so-called freedoms to Selfish surplus pursuit