[evaD]

The revolution’s never televised
Just skeletised in a broadsheet
and fleshed out with a better set of lies
The work-shy must go unfed
Pick your side of a perfect circle
Then lurch right til nothings left
any integrity up in tatters, keep thinking nothing matters
Just so long as we’re column-inching up the ladder
With no way to separate some truth from the lies
Spilling hate and digging graves one scoop at a time
The celeb culture death vulture’s Distract tactics
Ensure the empathy levels low and lacks practice
With hacks descending a patterns pending
Invent tragedy and massage egos for unhappy endings
Perfection as religion, daily bread is the worst
Force feeding the perfect body, stay ahead of the curves
Death seekers with words of misery
The ink dries before the blood
Fresh meat for a butchered obituary
Mother natures unheard whimper under the whirr of printers
So as the world burns to cinders, newspapers the perfect tinder