[The CYT]

Gathering cones on the bleak walk back

Staying alert to the threat of attack

And the cynicism leaks like a turgid jam

Log on now and find out you are banned

Circuits fried and the crumpled fucked face

Of a national dissonance please shake to taste

Bled us dry like it did before

The Gatling gun is waiting at the door

That's ajar all the time

There's nowhere to hide

You can run but you'll never escape your own pride

The downfall that's coming is rife with conditions

That need to bе met against all contradictions

The voice of thе people is making us weaker

Cause the voice of the people is programmed and fake

The news corporations make all of their money

By selling us notions all wrapped up in Hate

Voice of the voiceless