LYRIC

This white picket cage feels like a CAFO
Without so much smell
It's rigor-mortgage and what's more is
My house is just one of these cancer cells

No the skyline is not benign
I'm making remission my mission
But how could I hope that this growth could slowly abate
I'm loosing ties with noosed neckties
Not drying ink on too many dotted lines

Well if I'm holding a golden ticket
Do I use it, burn it, or let it slip away
Their avenues I can't leave of lose
Asphalt atop cobblestone was a power play

With the people like soybeans
When factory farms constitute our means
Fit into rows in flat fields
Drug 'em right and watch 'em yield

See, everybody's got their own phone in their cars heading home
Seems aircraft aren't quite the only drones
At the pump and at the polls
We're shackled and chained to the spectacle

Well if I'm holding a golden ticket
Do I use it, burn it, or let it slip away
Their avenues I can't leave of lose
The buzz in this hive leaves no room for debate

So then, is it our fate to conflate freedom with credit cards
To I've our lives in boxes in manicured yard
Then it seems we are just living things
With sleeves getting caught in our own machines

We are deceived, we are diseased
We are too hesitant to seize the means
Why hope for a tour of the factory
When we could have the whole damn thing

Well if I'm holding a golden ticket
Do I use it, burn it, or let it slip away
Their avenues I can't leave of lose
I'd live as a hermit but then how would I get laid

Well if I'm holding a golden ticket
Do I use it, burn it, or let it slip away

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