3D Printed Hand Basket to Hell

The internet was supposed to bring us Utopian specialized communities
An information super highway of neuro-lingual electrical unity
But instead we've become infected with specialized niche realities
Micro-pockets of denial, algorithmically pre-determined to assault and deceive our Faculties
This was supposed to be the future and the future was supposed to be magical
But the present less predicted has turned out decidedly irascible
The monsters we've technologically disturbed are of a class usually pinned on Pandora
But as we all know the black mirror has shown us we're just naturally this abhorrent
Are you exacerbated by the sheer number who vote against their own self interest
Then you won't believe how many vote to blow up the fucking planet

Isn't just fantastic
We all get our own hand basket
Isn't it just fantastic
We all get our own hand basket

And if I should sleep perchance to dream. In that dream what do you see
I see a future with automated cars and Washington beneath the sea
The West Virginia skyline is dotted with mountain top mansions
While the have-nots squabble violently over expired rations
And good news! We've finally terraformed and colonized Mars
But this is embarrassing, because you get to stay right where you are
The one percent, more brazen than ever, simply take now in plain view
They are, after all, the anointed and chosen few
In other words; exactly like now only more
As we have long passed the Rubicon of evening the score
And goddamn, man, wouldn't you know
There's no dollar value on an I told you so

Isn't it just fantastic
We all get our own hand basket
Isn't it just fantastic
We all get our own hand basket