Fanfare

Fanfare from the Age of Bland
Where everything's determined by imperial command
Tiny algorithms forbidding all disturbance
In case the advertisers disapprove
And we're surprised that nothing seems to move
Persecuting everyone who fails
Unbeknownst we vandalise ourselves

Fanfare from the inscrutable ones
Who crawl through shabby undergrowth
To sleep in grubby rooms
Performative unkindness is the only fun we know
Persecuting everyone who fails
While unbeknownst we're speaking of ourselves
We're surprised that nothing seems to bleed
So surprised that nothing seems to bleed

And now we're tickled pink of course
And now we turn to war
Vandalising other places with our denim claw
Persecuting everyone who fails
Unbeknownst we vandalise ourselves