We are Rome, Aztec Mexico,
Easter Island paradigm
We are followers of Jimmy Jones,
cutting in the kool-aid line
We are Animal Farm Pigs,
we are a Terry Gilliam film
We are fear Oligarchy,
we are wolves in wolves' clothing,
We are this planet's kidney stones
In the process of getting passed,
metamorphosis from first to last
A system breaking down beyond repairs
A product of three million millionaires,
a hundred million easy marks
We are Marie Antoinette,
we are Joseph McCarthy
We've finally become the Divided States
A nation built on freedom, fear and hate,
the denotation of Irony
We all want a Hollywood end,
but we're getting a foreign one
The script has already been penned,
and titled "the epitaph of a drowning nation"
Easter Island paradigm
We are followers of Jimmy Jones,
cutting in the kool-aid line
We are Animal Farm Pigs,
we are a Terry Gilliam film
We are fear Oligarchy,
we are wolves in wolves' clothing,
We are this planet's kidney stones
In the process of getting passed,
metamorphosis from first to last
A system breaking down beyond repairs
A product of three million millionaires,
a hundred million easy marks
We are Marie Antoinette,
we are Joseph McCarthy
We've finally become the Divided States
A nation built on freedom, fear and hate,
the denotation of Irony
We all want a Hollywood end,
but we're getting a foreign one
The script has already been penned,
and titled "the epitaph of a drowning nation"
inviata da Bernart - 2/7/2013 - 13:49
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Epitaffio per gli Stati Uniti, anzi, gli Stati Divisi, una nazione sulla soglia della decadenza come l’impero romano o quello azteco, come la civiltà dell’Isola di Pasqua, inquietante e ridicolo come i maiali de “La fattoria degli animali” di Orwell, come un film di Terry Gilliam (uno su tutti, “Brazil”), penoso e anacronistico come la regina Maria Antonietta o il senatore Joseph McCarthy…