Panem et circenses

Hear the buzzing crowds of bits of angry life
Each of them believing that you got to pick sides
The slightest breeze would tousle this over-combed zeitgeist
Posting under #getyouraltfactsstraight

What about the status up inside your skull
Feng shui, or the usual?
Have you more writing in you than there is empty wall?
Daniel would've croaked now had he lived to scroll

Better rig your wheel of fortune
Bring on a stacked deck of tarot
Bend the lines in the palm of your hands
If God is still around, she's an online friend

Ivy slowly creeping up a totem pole
What if finitude's what renders something meaningful?
The push, the pull, immortal soul
Ain't six feet a little shallow for a rabbit hole?

Impending like doom between conflict and suspense
The whole cast intermingled with the entertained
The bread, the circuses, the one percent
Your next episode will start in just a couple seconds

Better rig your wheel of fortune
Bring on a stacked deck of tarot
Bend the lines in the palm of your hands
If God is still around, she's an online friend

I think I'll rig my wheel of fortune
Bringing on a stacked deck of tarot
Bending lines in the palm of my hands
If God is still around, I'm sure she'll understand



Credits
Writer(s): Pontus Andreas Sandevarn
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