Pitch them your perfect vision of an idyllic scene

And in the plastic catch all you planned for put to slaughter

Paraded on a sanction, pushed out of a home

Dignity shoved up against the cut

You've had it once before

And they'll take it all again

Sketch out the dream

Watch it stripped clean

Nothing sacred, always borrowed

Now progress runs sharp as a knife

Abjection come full circle;

In a race to the bottom we all know who wins