Pander or be punished
This is where we have arrived
Shut up and obey, not something to be wished
Self respect or independent thought deprived
Drink the cults Kool-Aid and be a nice drone
Become a puppet and fall in line
The matrix will pummel if you don’t’ become a clone
Clownworld demands this interpersonal decline
Don’t you dare stand or have a backbone
Don’t you dare disrupt this grind
These sellouts want you nice and quiet
These glorified marketers demand you stay blind.
Greed has become god… what a racket
We are not for sale, so kiss our behind.