Songtexte Factory Made Society, Pt. 2 - avenue.

A digital catastrophy
The blandest philosophy
A billionaire's fantasy
This factory made society

People work and people die
They all hurt as leaders lie
The hierarchy tend to sigh
But they depend on our demise

I wanna know how this all
Could ever get so dismal

Prioritize a cure to flies
Than hypothesize the how's and why's
Disguised spies watch from the skies
And hypnotize our innocent minds

Phantoms stroll like friends
In a world where art and expression depends
On oligarch ghouls that control the trends
Of the factory made society