The weak are the meat that the strong eat
The poor are the meat that the rich eat
Power's a drug
Money's a bluff
It's all made up
We slide into dystopia
Clawing at the tilting glass
Our friends are going under
Big nasty palpitations
Coping mechanisms failing
The blood on their hands is congealing
And layering
Everyone's numb
Big red button
Under his thumb
We slide into dystopia
Clawing at the tilting glass
Our friends are going under
Big nasty palpitations
Everyone's numb
Big red button
Under his thumb
Power's a drug
Money's a bluff
It's all corrupt
We slide into dystopia
Clawing at the tilting glass
Our friends are going under
Big nasty palpitations