21st Century Post-Liberal Blues

Electrons pushing photographs into outer space
Yeah I see blood spatter, and teargas smithereens
I got these pictures inside my head
And I can’t get them outta my mind
And you and I constructed terms and anagrams
Things like the war on drugs, and the TPP
And I pushed them out of my mind these days
Cause I can’t feel anything else
And I can’t escape, I can’t escape these
Twenty-first century post-liberal blues
It’s photons and injures and phantograms
I’ve got that video tape reel, it’s looping on repeat
And I can’t get it out of my head these days
I just see what woman lying right there
And lately I’ve been learning things I didn’t understand
Things like black lives matter, and that wall street is a lie
And I can’t get it out of my head these days
It’s just that video tape reel
I can’t explain, I can’t explain these
Twenty-first century post-liberal blues
It’s neutrons and scar tissue and pictograms
Tracking bruise patterns and the public memory
You put these pictures inside my head
And I can’t get them out of my mind
And you and I constructed shapes and diagrams
Following crime scenes, and the minimum wage
You put these pictures inside my head
And I can’t see anything else
I can’t escape, I can’t escape these
Twenty-first century post-liberal blues