The Mute And The Blind

These are golden times for the mute and the blind There's so much you can see and not say Oh, complying is king from the fashion magazines To the trite avant-garde of the day When the weight of loss crushes everybody's souls And the loss of weight becomes a death-wish trait Sci-fi nerds teaching lessons on despair Through rippling waves of bad conscience TV And the morning news stark intent on scaring you As if you were not scared as hell as yet Golden times for neurotic market highs Dressed in drag as a fad for mental health Now the blaze of love is just a meager waning flame And the last frontier has gone way beyond the charts In their AI dreams there's no room for fun and games Not a kiss, not a hug, not a fuck Oh, raise your voice, I will try to understand With a level eye in the light of my mistakes But don't you expect no trade-in, no guarantee I will die, you will die, everybody will die someday I will die, you will die, and that's OK Let's get drunk over the ever turning tide Of random threats, silly rules and musty clowns Cooked unrest for the peoples of the west To feel sorry about themselves if nothing else Now the goons been going deadly serious for so long It will take more than woke to wake us up Either you're out or you're in, there is nothing in between Just a void where the gamblers hide their cards Now the blaze of love is just a meager waning flame And the last frontier has gone way beyond the charts In their AI dreams there's no room for fun and games Not a kiss, not a hug, not a fuck Oh, raise your voice, I will try to understand With a level eye in the light of my mistakes But don't you expect no trade-in, no guarantee I will die, you will die, everybody will die someday I will die, you will die, and that's OK