-State of Emergency (The Anti-anthem)-

A walk along in the midst of 
society - prosperity.
The shepherd’s fields will become clear.
A money-muted frequency---

The flocks of drowning sheep corral 
their simple minds to see.
To buy the Shepherd’s golden fleece
so un-reluctantly---

Food for thought but not for thinking.
The meek and mild will pay the price.
The trend is cold and good for drinking,
they’ll chug it down and won’t think twice.

We’re not the ones-
  who fucked up the industry.
  suppressing variety.
  with moral transparency.

The mold is built on glamour
built on trends and built on lust.
Suffocates identity.
The soul it turns to dust.

The shepherd’s smoke stack 
of his mighty industry will rust.
But not before it kills the air,
and ends up killing us---

The problems: the image,
the dollar, the puppet show,
the brainwashed, the incompetent,
sensations of child porno,
the lack of definition,
Substance, identity,
the support and respect
of the local scene.

Turn the dial- hear one sound
a single frequency.
Ten thousand hertz of contradiction
blaring constantly,
like the distress call of a sinking ship
that’s failing to emerge
from the blackest sea, on the darkest day
upon a dying Earth!

We’ve got the mold .
Ten million sold.
I’m not a sheep so fuck the flock.
We’ve got emergency!

We’re not the ones - State of Emergency.