Wars for oil. Advertisements on every square inch of anything at all.
Billions spent on killing machines while babies starve on food stamps.
The airwaves run by corporations that manufacture consent for the elite.

They say they do it to spread democracy. I’ve heard it called progress.

I’m sorry, but I don’t think that tasers and do-not-fly lists are progress.
I don’t want to travel across the world just to visit another city’s Gap.
My ideals have nothing to do with money, slaughter, or executive privilege.

But they say they do it to help democracy. I’ve heard it called progress.
It must be helping something, right?

I’m sorry but it won’t be progress when they finally finish the Panopticon.
I know my dreams and they’ve never featured a logo before.
I pray for universal health care, not for record profits on Wall Street.

A generation of children dedicating their lives to marketing and finance.
The marketing and finance of their prison, if you really want me to be honest.

They must laugh when they sell us the water that falls from the sky.
They must chuckle when they patent another chunk of the genome.
They must proclaim that we’re too stupid to even see what’s going down.

It’s funny. This isn’t what they taught me in school.