If the lyrics are to be believed,
The blooming sentiments of popular culture,
Then we're dancing through life on a cushion of empathy,
Growing to the rhythm of love.
"Love thy neighbour" pounds through hifi speakers,
The bass turned up to form a foundation of good will,
We're flying without wings.
But the soaring contraptions that elevate us
Are the figments of imaginations long extinguished,
Reality bites and scratches with its logical talons.
Your neighbour is your competition
That's how our blueprints see it,
The flow of good will hits a mirror before it reaches another
