BloodSport

Everywhere I go it’s hidden from my eyes
The thread in my clothes, these logos are all lies
The food on this table was picked by those unable
To petition for better wages
While we whine about corporate cages
Our gold isn’t shiny enough

We’re living here in our complacency
Drowning down inside our currency
The blood that’s on our hands and laces up our feet
This chocolate is name brand and don’t it taste sugary sweet

Just around the corner is a place called poverty
But we only go there in our bad dreams, sad dreams
Every one of us just one paycheck or so away from homelessness
The middle-class is retro, don’t you know we’re becoming like the rest
As the proles roll into their role
The heads of state debate while corporations take control

We’re dying here in our great ecstasy
Collapsing cooling inside our fantasy
But when the fire falls, the wrecking balls will take these walls of stone
And the prince and the pauper will each give up their throne

Sell outs and sophisticates
Star-struck and indifferent
Celebrate the empty, money makers
We are bread and they are bakers
We’re burnt to a crisp in it
We’re all to blame for this inaction
We're all to blame for this non-reaction