There is no strength.
There are only systems.
There is no belief,
There is only dogma.
No more spines,
Controlled by ambition.
Only buckled car bodies
In which we are caged.

This sick new world.
This sick world trapped
In buckled car bodies.
Asleep at the wheel.
Out of control,
Controls out of reach.
Always crashing
In the same car.

Democracy is a faceless
dictator.
Its branding erased
In repeated collisions.
Under a tangled constitution,
A squat, squalid slave.
The scattered detritus
Of a freeway culture.

There is no strength,
There are only systems.
There is no belief,
There is only dogma.
No more spines,
Controlled by ambition.
Only buckled car bodies
In which we are caged.

A revolution
Is just a zero.
It brings you right back
To where you began

Out with the old,
In with the new,
The only thing changing
Is who holds the whip.

Peakhour traffic
In static dead air.
Psyche mirrored in
A crash victim's fender.
Every word brings
Smells of burning oil.

We will all be
Hunched shoulders.
Windows shut and
Air recycled.
No direction
No fucking spine.

We are in neutral
Careening down steep streets.
Asleep at the wheel.
Out of control.
No one takes the wheel,
Just pretending to drive.
A new dummy
Every time we crash.
Everything stuttering
Towards zero
No movement and no meaning
This world is all
Dimming headlights.

Billboards cluttered
With empty rhetoric.
The futile chatter of
A preprogrammed system.
There is no difference
But there is a choice.
There is a shell
But there is no spine.


Lyrics submitted by nufy8

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