Kill this channel
It needs to be switched
I offer a vendetta in exchange
For a split second to blink
In exchange for
A split second to blink
Dragged from view,
So no split second to blink
Hide the hovels,
Give not a split second to blink
Kill this channel, less for more
Lifestyle stink
I spread out saved silver
In exchange for the broken spirits
Toward whom I won't blink
I stockpile for the impending
What?
But who's paying?
Who is paying?
But who's paying
Lift the lid and it dawns
Who's paying?
Bereft, desperate, the belittled,
The devalued to no value
They are paying
Should stoop ever lower,
Bow and scrape they are paying
So take a split second to know
That abolition didn't lift them
Off their knees
From plantation, transplantation
Behind suburban curtains
The upshot of their exertions
A vacuum-packed ambivalence
Get them off their knees!