As the world turns to shit on the television I make some cereal and listen to the noises above me

just waiting for a fucking bomb to drop

I can’t even understand why corporations choose suicide for a temporary high

as they kill off consumers and the planet with their plastic coins goddamn it

As if they have an alternate plan

As they all sit upon their yachts and for sport they watch us drown

The air gets browner and more toxic, maybe they’ll put some in a box and sell it?

Maybe they’ll tax us all for breathing or just exhaling?

Damn my fruit loops are getting soggy

My head is getting foggy

Social media is propaganda and my head tells me I just can’t stand ya even though we never met met met

Tomorrow well forget all about it