Rage Against the Static

Who paid for the podium? (shhh)

They bought the limestone to frame the debate Now we stand in

line just to validate the hate (haha) Two minutes of theatre,

a brand-new campaign While the low-end rattles inside of your brain

Under the gold leaf,

the plaster is dry

(we see it, we see it)

Nobody's listening, but everyone signs And the system collapses in real-time

Negotiating the crumbs from the executive floor While the bailiff is tapping

on the tenement door (tap tap)

It's a beautiful script with a terrible cast Let's see how long

the illusion can last

Is this performance

art? (or a blowup?) Every contract fractures at the start

Under the gold

leaf, the plaster is dry (we see it,

we see it) Nobody's listening,

but everyone signs And the system collapses in real-time

Shut the microphone down.

(turn it off)