Chorus

I’m drowning in the sea of neo liberty

Subsumed by economy

My fragile identity

Is lost

Verse 1

Subliminal message plant the seed

Deluded desire fuelling greed

Media lies under globalist guise

Propaganda machine, hypnotised

Values once so close to my heart

Displaced, buy it now, add to the cart

Never enough, make it max make it more

All hail the elite and credit the whore

Verse 2

A trip to a past were all ghosts are cast

Hell is a furnace give it a blast

No one sees red or counts the cost

Industrial wasteland, souls are lost

Accept this is progress adapt reinvent

Only losers rest, their energy spent

Performance addicted top of the stack

The pick of the crop they never look back

Verse 3

I am a cog, a balance sheet serf

Profit and loss is all I am worth

A digitised ego, shallow facade

Too vain to admit the system is mad

Outsourced perspectives all gain is good

Don’t fret about workings under the hood

Punishment, misery, creation genocide

Freedom dictates let the market decide