Angry

We need a liscense to live and die in this place
I was born into this ever expanding sewer
Where we come into and die and concrete boxes
Where we all perpetuate despair and destruction
Simply by being alive
And all the grinning models tower over mortal man
Selling us their wares- they're corporate prostitues
And yet they're more than we'll ever be.

But it didnt have to be this way.
I'm sorry, so sorry.

We'll bite our tongues in unison, say it's okay.
Say there'll be a brighter future, tomorrow's a new day
Turn a blind eye to the starving and the homeless
Holding out their dirty palms.
You apologise, turn away, and forget.
Give them some of you.

But it didn't have to be this way.
I'm sorry, so sorry.
I'm sorry, so so sorry.
But it's the end.