Dodging Bullets

There's something going on

The guards have changed their uniforms

We see utopia turned into

A claustrophobic nightmare

Here is life defined by deadlines

Killed by success

Here is life defined by standards

Imprisoned by progress

We are all held captive

By the dept on our credit cards

What is left now is to celebrate the

Ghettos ready for free trade

Explain your moral imperatives

This is a time to clarify positions

All the things you claim to defend

Coming at us guns blazing

And we are dodging bullets

Try to wash the blood from your hands