This Industry.

This industry is killing me
Softly
With it's mechanical song
With its coffee addicts
And expanding waistlines in the making
We try and sell 'the real thing'
But at the end of the day it's just faking
Another packaged up concept
Another conveyor belt notion
A quick-fix potion
A band aid for the fucked up
And superficially loved up
Making love to the image
To the ideal
Of needing MORE to be complete

But wait!
There IS more! :
"If you buy now, into our manipulation,
Not only do you get self deprecation
But look! - A free set of knives!"
...Fashioned from the money of lies
And empty promises
Now yours to own and keep
Until you find
One day, that you can't sleep
Tossing and turning
From unconsciously burning
Up...

Misusing our own fossil fuels
We have become
A numbing inferno
Polluting our inherent peace
It's getting harder to find...
Especially here; trapped in the building
The very same structure we built
Now engulfed by guilt
Fear and shame
With no one to blame
But ourselves
So we stop, drop and roll
In a bid to smother the inflamed

But we're doused in a modern stress
It's a sticky kind of fuel
That has us stomping about like stubborn mules
And pushing each other out of the way
To get ahead
And in doing so
Losing our heads
And more importantly
Their connection to our hearts
It's an ambilocal cord we've severed
Stunting our spiritual and emotional growth
You only have to look at all the weathered
Faces
And haunted crowds
Resonating with the sounds
Of the kind of chords
Plucked too hard by egos
They sound so dissonant and out of tune
Resounding with the pain
Of a losing game
Killing us softly and
Strumming our pain
With this industry's fingers

Got me covering my ears
But that won't deafen the sound
Of the feeling that lingers
From the mechanics of a song
That went so wrong
Singing our lives with it's false words
And in turn creating false worlds
We're living in a glossy dream
A postcard from an imaginary state-of-being
Instead of being where we are
Be it as it may, all flushed with fever...

But give me the fever
AND the famine
Over this souless regime!
I'd rather be faced with the derranged
I'd rather look the ugly beast in it's eye
And let my distaste
Become my palette for change
REAL
Change...

That which lies behind the Great Wall of the numb
And the dumb
Those glossy improvised culture clubs
And their good time drugs
In all their seductive disguises
Stop numbing it out!
The more you do
The more you better watch out…

Because you might just cry
You might just pout
You might just FEEL
When all this pressure underneath consumer society's lid
Decides to get REAL

Yeah you better watch out
And you better wake up
Because an independent Clause is coming to town
And it's shouting:

This industry is killing us
So it's time we fight back!