A needless and harrowing future is developing for our generation and generations to come
But as I walk the chartered streets of this familiar oblivion, I recognise nothing but unweilding conciousness, in which we have almost comfortably drowned
It is madness

This normality is madness
We are clinging to manufactured crippled constraints
We must no longer commute between brand-ladened homes, and quickly accepted aimless roams from our factories of slavery, to raws of elusive bravery


We must unite!


And we must let the flood gates open

Here tonight, I clock a thousand heads

Here to unite, through common dreads