You were manufactured

Distorted and corrupted

“Dreams are best

When locked inside your head

Let them out and they make trouble”

The great eye said

The machines of hate

Churning out little slaves

Grind them down to rubble

Then dump them in a grave

Here comes tyranny

Bow your head and say nothing

Conditioned to cower

And told it’s all hopeless

Too confused to resist

Too angry and tired

Saying “It’s not my problem”

Ok with payin’ bills and dyin’

You were manufactured

Distorted and corrupted

Oppressed with no fight left

Your little bastards are next

Pretty little thing

Shiny little thing

Single use little thing

Pathetic little thing

Unemployed little thing

Redundant little thing

Discarded little thing

Bagged and tagged little thing

This is the future you were warned about

Another average day

Of being monitored and monetized

In desperate need of change

But too pre-occupied to fight for it

Work hard to sustain

Unhappiness and loneliness

Always one step away

From being destitute and homeless

…in the greatest country in the world!

You were manufactured

Distorted and corrupted

Oppressed with no fight left

Your little bastards are next