Black and Blue with an Orange hue.
A new day dawns and a grey mist hangs over barren skyline.
There’s no more industrial production and that’s just fine
For a culture that’s consumed the land, where the people don’t understand
They worship celebrity, it’s all that they see.
Snowflakes fall from the sky.
Settling slowly, chaos comes quickly phones ring loudly, no need for a sickie.
The post industrial country comes to a standstill as it turns into one big land fill.
People look no deeper than what their eyes see, in all the bleakness there’s a natural beauty.
No social construction that brings destruction.
The annihilation of a distant nation.
A pursuit for power brings freedoms final hour.
Total control over the proles 24 Hour system overload.
Total technology stuck in traffic on a snow covered road.
The network goes down no one knows just what to do.
The mobile’s come to a standstill, as we slide deeper into the landfill.