Carstr8ed

The good ol'days, it seemed so long ago,
With sci-fi flicks ‘bout robots and the underworld shows.
"Demolition Man," "Fifth Element," "Blade Runner," too,
Even "iRobot"... just to name a few!
It’s ‘ere now, sharp as a knife,
A world not like the one we knew in life.

Mechanoids, cyborgs, and robots on the rise,
The rich man buys ‘em, no surprise.
There is no need for workers clockin’ 9 to 5,
These bots work round the clocks, always alive.
While people beg for jobs and starve,
The wealthy laugh, their profits halved.

Even the fuzz, they’re twice as cruel,
No humanity left. Just follow the rule.
Arrestin’ folks without a care,
Whether minor or major, they don’t play fair.
No heart left in the blokes in blue,
They’re machines, just like the rest of the crew.

Beyond the wall, where the zombies roam,
Ain't no place for the weak. That’s their home.
Victims of rona vaccines gone wrong,
Wanderin' the streets, where they don’t belong.
The city’s split by a giant wall,
Keepin' the zombies from the rich, they can't crawl.

Out in the wasteland, where the outcasts live,
Crims and rebels, no life to give.
Bonita Bandita, a sight to see,
A tattooed chola, sexy, wild, and free.
Her Caddy’s a beast, like somethin’ from out of "Mad Max,"
Armoured up with blades for attack.

Saturday nights, she’s on the prowl,
Drinkin’ her 40, causin’ a howl.
Runnin’ down zombies for kicks and points,
A crazy loca, breakin’ all the joints.
But behind the walls, where the rich stay clean,
Microchips rule and control the scene.

You pay for goods with a wave of your hand,
The government’s watchin’, it’s all been planned.
Your ID and credit, all under your skin,
They know where you’ve been. There’s no way you can win.

That’s the world we live in now,
A sci-fi future... makes you say, "Wow!"
But there ain’t no glory, it’s just the same,
The rich get richer, and we play their game.