Partisan doesn’t exist no more
The artisan is the capitalist whore
The individual is beholden to the all
Isolation grows as the collective will fall
Never the Twain shall meet
The world has splintered it’s wonky feet
Makes you want to shed a tear
Easier to ignore and fall into another beer
A cultural fall, a Scottish greet
the stranger we refuse to meet
With all the gods at our gates
Surveying our consumption as a hoard of ingrates
There is no heaven or hell
the fires are ringing the climate bell
It’s not the 50’s, nothing is swell
It’s not the 90’s, nothing is safe
It’s just a new day of repeating human disgrace
A planet thats dying as we lose the human race