Pitch them your perfect vision of an idyllic scene
And in the plastic catch all you planned for put to slaughter
Paraded on a sanction, pushed out of a home
Dignity shoved up against the cut
You've had it once before
And they'll take it all again
Sketch out the dream
Watch it stripped clean
Nothing sacred, always borrowed
Now progress runs sharp as a knife
Abjection come full circle;
In a race to the bottom we all know who wins
