Verse one:

The last rainforest died out like cold crush
The sunlight cascades kinda crazy off the chrome crust
Our lust brushed away the rustic to usher in the rust encrusted
Cogs and constructs and cracked decrepit causeways and crevasses
The funding for which taken to furnish future fetishes
Fun for rich fiends now flights infectious
So hover cars careen through canyons made by massive metal complexes
Crusin over drug selling in sub-dwellings
Towards winds wing-tips touch and aircraft canopies carelessly caress
Climbing past this class system mechanically manifest
The fat cats are callous to the cause of the concretes captive
Lower class that creeps the streets now obsolete and unattractive
Crime infested folks cramped and congested
Casting gazes skyward where life seems more majestic
But elites closely monitor these commoners
That feel the global warming forming more than just a warning on thermometers
Countless camcorders scan the borders with a  vengeance
Killing consciousness and quelling any rebel contingents
Spies sent to seek out so called social impurities
An extension of what was once called homeland security
Covertly hovers, cloaked by nights cover
Through chaotic civic crowds
Living under acidic clouds
Most mashing for cash
Amidst mass consumption
Most succumb to stock crashers and  corporate number crunching
Now the people won’t listen to plastic puppet politicians
Planning to pull the wool and placate the doubters
Still feeling fucked by the failure of private school vouchers
Cash card debt and derelicts on discarded couches
Coddling bottles man, remodeling is in vain
There ain’t no room to build in this and tropic wilderness
It’s too much strain on old things and old frames topple
Colossal cranes crumble any part of the patchwork that lacks function
As roving gangs of kindred kids coalesce and kick slang
To the cacophonic clangs of craft work and construction
These custodians of culture cohort clandestinely
A clan that kept the faith intent to shape this world’s  destiny
Soul scavengers concealed in cavernous conduits
I excavate ancient funk and graft my ghost onto it
A rebel in a world ready for revolution
Spawns the future pop
You can’t stop the next evolution.


Chorus:
Pop world
Everybody take your pill
Close your eyes and let your mind melt into the mirage
Where plants grow past the junkyards horizon
Pop world
Too much population inhabits the same plain
Put it on your tongue, it’s the ultimate brain game.
You can still get famous inside the mainframe

Verse Two:
There’s no more recourse, it’s just wars for resources
Hordes of poor forced to forage at the feet of elitists
Morals aborted, can’t afford it
When you’re born bottom feeders
Bankrupt impossibly barren lands, finance and philosophy
A dynasty sent down the path of dinosaur dominance
In the shadow of monuments crafted for our lord
Heaps of scrap metal parts, plastic and cardboard
Grandmamma got a battle with rheumatism
But guns are cheaper than the drugs
Pop.  All hail consumerism.

Chorus repeated.