Little Bastards
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