Inertia
Everything is plastic
So they sell it to the masses
Polished, gleaming, in the sunlight
Imperfection non-existent
Soulless, mindless, vapid trash
You should demand your money back
This music machine is a scam
Orchestrated by our own fucking hands
Pristine, perfect, back of the line
Rusting, bulimic, a sign of the times
A chasm, a black hole, a shard of your mind
These pressures, exerting, rendering you blind
I've been waiting for things to change for so long now
But my own inertia barely lets me breathe
I can't keep wasting away on the sidelines
Playing no part to raze this stagnancy
Pristine, perfect, back of the line
Rusting, bulimic, a sign of the times
A chasm, a black hole, a shard of your mind
These pressures, exerting, rendering you blind
We will be known
We will be heard
I want everyone to know
The corruption and the greed that rules this pit
Cowardly, greedy, soulless, bastard pigs
Pristine, perfect, back of the line
Rusting, bulimic, a sign of the times
A chasm, a black hole, a shard of your mind
These pressures, exerting, rendering you blind
Autor(es): Discordian