Aftermath - Intellectual

So, let me get this straight -

You’ve got a laundry list of things you’d like to change?

Well, that’s just fine. Now step into the tent and form a line

I’m glad to see so many faces come out and stand up to the plate

Welcome to the song of your escape

You’re all so young - but you don’t need to bear these chains, these labor pains

Well, I’m here to provide. So empty your mind

Whatever you desire, I’ll make it yours in little time

Morality’s a crime!

I know it’s give and take

But ain’t it so pleasing to have and eat your cake?

In a little while, you’ll come to

See that I’m right. Don’t bother to fight it

You like the flashing lights?

The monument to sex and knowledge that invites

Your tubes to tie. No need to

Venture outside. Your screen can decide

Will act your guide, your means to confide

What a fine, idyllic life!

The soul that you sold has turned your streets into gold

But the problem with gold is that it’s callous and so…

Cold

Days will pass away and turn into decay, but this is what you bargained for

Ring around the PC, take it while it’s easy, ashes ashes we all fall down

Family today is getting so cliché, you’ll walk your streets of gold alone

Ring around the Party, postmodern anarchy, ashes ashes we all fall down

Hope is a child; we’ll see what he’s worth

The last human on the face the earth!

A test tube birth. A lonely child. Hungry, helpless, meek and mild

It’s just as I planned

Your daughter is mine

Your son is my slave

Your self-seeking lives end mankind

If we keep our eyes shut, then our story’s been told

If we think without heart, it’s the end of the world!