Terror Within

The world is fucked
Officially, unofficially
Literally or not
Screwed, up, in, out

The thread is broken
Things don't work
People don't work
We're still slaves

The world is fucked
Life is war
Slow, fast
And corrupt

The ink is dry
Art imitates art
Wankers wank
In public secrecy

The world is fucked
Hope fades
Like fashion
Ugliness pokes through

The tin is empty
Our souls dead
Dreaming we're alive
No, just dying

The world is fucked
And all within it
Human misnomers
Animals too

The bombs are falling
Times are ending
Clocks will stop
Words will go