It's infected, this city's a wasteland
Slow drone reality
Figure heads and scapegoats
Holding back the punch line
To exaggerate just right
We're collecting 
IOU's and absent apologies
The unspoken sense of betrayal lingers
Everything is expendable here
Mannequins and advert placements
We leave no mark
No lasting impressions
We decay, we cower
We remain silent victims
We argueWe justify our own demise
Inner test market
We suck up the fumes
Meat, bones and bright ideas
It's all insane