The State
O brave new world
Trigger finger gently curled
The dream is a thing of the past
Isn't it ironic
While launching supersonic
We've entered the time to fast
Praying on fear
That artless future here
The extremes are narrow yet vast
Reality isn't real
They tell us how to feel
The mould has already been caste
A life of pamper
Myopic lemmings scamper
The edifice wasn't built to last
Years become hours
Memories beset towers
The flag now flying half-mast
O brave new world
Trigger finger gently curled
The dream is a thing of the past
