Hadean

Sitting out the goosestepOf the long march of the Yes-menAs their gold card wielding wivesAre consumed by bitternessIt takes a lifetime to conceiveThat your days in the sun are but briefSo they snivel, and repeat the echoesThat buzz off every screenNo wonder that the sociopathsAt the top of the human thrash pileRefer to us as cattle: we are branded, sold and fattedWe're raised for a purposeA drear existence on the work farmAnd then a quiet death in the nursing-barn"You must pay your dues", cries the humble mindWe're distracted with excusesWhy we can't reach for the starsAnd so we never spring to armsTo claim back what's being taken from us hereEvery single fucking day "If you can't beat 'em, join 'em", another one cries... We're distracted with excusesWhy we can't reach for the starsAnd so we never spring to armsTo reclaim what we are loosingEvery day