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