They'll try to save your soul
And they'll never admit there's nothing left
So eager to ignore
The acrid stench of your
Decaying flesh
Still cracking jokes in your speeches
While we're all falling to pieces
Inanity never ceases
Please let this
Be some sort of simulation
Of what happens when frustration
Mixes with greed and incompetence
In a perfect world
You'd already be dead
In a perfect world
We're living in this world instead
Made a machine that erases
Established truths and replaces
Them all with heinous and racist
Rhetoric
Designed a dream so selective
And from such a skewed perspective
That only sadists
Profit from it
In a perfect world
You'd already be dead
In a perfect world
We're living in this world instead
Project their fears onto a crooked screen
Drown their doubts in a nascent stream
Of consciousness, sweet and subliminal
Crown the criminal
They'll try to save your soul
And they'll never admit there's nothing left
So eager to ignore
The acrid stench of your
Decaying flesh
In a perfect world
There'd be no refuge
For men like you