BLIND EYE

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It's a fucked up world we live in

To serve the one percent

Where all the odds are firmly in their favour

And if you want to put your head up

Above the parapet

You are going to have to sign a waiver

Everyone's too busy

To try and get there first

But no one seems to quite know where they're going

All our heads are down

Engrossed within a screen

No one's ever interested in talking

Turning in on ourselves

We're all turning in 

In on ourselves

Keyboard warriors shouting

Shouting at a screen

And disappearing into an empty void

Everything is anger

Or everything is smiles

Middle ground dispensed with, where's the joy

Turning in on ourselves

We're all turning in

In on ourselves

The power and the glory

The Doc who sets the scene

Knowing they won't see the bigger picture

Everyone's a cog

Designed to turn the wheel

Of ignorance that feeds the ugly creature

Turning in on ourselves

We're all turning in 

In on ourselves

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© A. Harper/C. Ryan 2018