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
It's 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 is 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 $#&@ing 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