Feed the lions in their cages
This is now democracy
Got to keep them isolated
It's all part of Huxley's dream
Message from the mighty palace
Settled on the dirty streets
Got you fighting with your neighbour
Not the real enemy
The money casts a spell and puts them in a trance
They'd trade in everyone if given half a chance
I kind of die
Fed a diet of resentment
Fear and animosity
And you have to be content with
Watching someone else's dream
And everyone is on their own now
Living in a virtual world
Wasted in the West

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