Catastrophe

If it wasn’t for this crippling mixture of fear and delusion, greed and control
Then maybe we’d have a realistic picture
Of what we have bought and what has been sold
It’s the oldest way to take control
Aim their discontent at those below
Make the problem and sell the solution
Watch them line up for their executions
There’s reason to fear catastrophe… but it’s not from overseas…
It’s in DC, and on Wall Street. It’s hiding behind your TV screen
It’s a testament to the power of fiction…
The giant can fear what it’s swallowing whole
And never suspect the ones who
Make billions from death and destruction while we pay the toll
So what will it take to look past distractions
And open your eyes to what’s ahead on the road?
Dissident camps? Constant surveillance?
Just stare down the barrel and smile while this explodes
There’s reason to fear catastrophe… but it’s not from overseas…
It’s in DC, and on Wall Street. It’s hiding behind your TV screen
What will you do? Wish this away?
I’d like to say fight, but it might be too late
There’s reason to fear catastrophe… but it’s not from overseas…
It’s in DC, and on Wall Street. It’s hiding behind your TV screen