Common Dreads

A heedless and harrowing future is developing For our generation and generations to come. But as I walk the chartered streets of this familiar oblivion, I recognise nothing but unyielding unconsciousness; In which we have almost comfortably drowned. It is madness This normality is madness! We are clinging to manufactured crippling constraints... We must no longer commute Between brand laden homes And quickly accepted, aimless roams From our factories of slavery To wars of illusive bravery We must unite We must unite We must unite Wir müssen uns vereinen And we must let the flood gates open Here tonight, I clock a thousand heads Here to unite, through common dreads