There's No Land of the Living

Soon I'll go full speed spinning and screeching
Only to stop dead, no further along than I was.
Everyone else hears the music of the deaf
But every slight turn we take I'll feel
Straight down to my ever-shrinking bones.

Some will join me to come up for air,
Breaking free from the commuters coffin
But there's no land of the living where we're going,
Only films that teach things barely less than obvious
And talk to you from some ungodly ancient time.

Everyone's making their own brand of coffee
From shit flavored beans and purposely spilling it
On their shirts for some excuse to be alone.
Because the robot ants that are marching in
Around us are enough to make anyone crazy.

No one cares that they're a Pete Seeger song
And even those who said they'd overcome have
Now decided to join in on the fun, 'cause if
You can't be strong you'll only get weaker;
The joke's on those who can't sing along.