I stare out
And survey this madness
Behind my impassive mask
A placid expression
Carved from boredom
Stuck in a rut
A self repeating cycle
Striving to be different
In a world that only
Chains us to the same
A rat race fate
Chasing after fleeting dreams
I observe the chaotic order of it all
As the young and excited
Become the withered and old
Do you have the scope to understand?
The clarity of vision to see?
Obsessed with the romanticism
Of being democratically free
We�ve become unknowing victims
Of the routine of capitalist slavery
With our vote, our chance to be heard
Three manifestos of carefully tailoured confusion
From the belief that keeping the masses ignorant
Will bring them under your political dominion
Only hungry for the same
The Downing Street Office
That you all crave
The principle of proportional representation
Corrupted by the desire to be wealthy
And with the advent of TV
We lost the last vestiges
Of the ideals of political morality
The will of the people never meant so little
Powerless to save ourselves
From a self-inflicted government
The painful irony of the elected official
As the apathy begins to grow
From the discontempt for bad governance
What are we to do?
Apart from shrug our shoulders
And just allow this public abuse to continue
Those who stand idly by have lost all their love
Who are you to preach when you can�t pratice?
What is it to you to see over-crowded classes
Teachers over-laden with paper work
Police officers trapped behind their desks
As the nightmare of the beaucratic state
Takes control of a nation so entranced
With the idea of orders in triplicate
Our actions can only lead to one end
As the trees fall to feed the pens hunger
We\'re hopelessly destined
To end up choking under
Our own mountain of paper
