I eat beyond hunger,
Drink beyond thirst.
My cup overflows
And it grows ‘till it bursts.
Freedom to speak, freedom to touch.
Speak your mind,
No time
Take sides,
Take too much.

Doomed generation, got to have it all
Never go offline,
Never miss a call.
My grail bubbles over with my growing needs,
Paying off my impotence
My greased palm bleeds.

Virgin soils
Flood and spoil,
Hands grow dirty with blood and oil.

Possession, corruption,
Sedation, destruction.
Put it on your wishlist,
Spoil it in a day,
Tear it off in disgust
And throw it away.
Build the instruments of degradation,
Climb high and piss over all creation,
Pay lip-service to a fairer trial,
Gilding the lily of gross denial.

Then during self-congratulation
And a toast to all our health,
There’s a voice in the dark somewhere
Singing to itself.

It’s a requiem
To forgotten hope,
Belief in salvation looking for a rope.
Our lust for survival
Praying for cyanide,
Familial honours awaiting suicide.

It’s a requiem to our abandoned dreams,
Destroyed by wanton wickedness and advertising themes.
It’s a requiem
To the forgotten ever-after.
A lonely, shaken voice somewhere,
Drowning in the laughter.