Fodder in the Fever Dreams

They strut around like roosters cuz they’re always in the know they're in the hallowed halls of congress sipping Bourbon and Bordeaux They lobby hobby politicians they challenge every oversight they're launching eyes into the skies with their Starlink satellites They ramp up, clamp or amplify the content that we see they light the lamps and tramp their lies through our democracy [Chorus] We’re fodder in the fever dream Of oligarchs and bros They used to be un-fuckable But now they run the show I think it’s time we ask ourselves How far we let this go? being fodder in the fever dreams Of oligarchs and bros We’re addicted and dependent on the platforms that they own There's no dopamine transcendence from the swiping on our phones When our technocracy is born and dystopia takes hold when meritocracy is scorned when we buckle and we fold the dull Hum of Data centers that drain the rivers dry will turn buyers into renters as they carbonize our skies [Chorus] We’re fodder in the fever dream Of oligarchs and bros They used to be un-fuckable But now they run the show I think it’s time we ask ourselves How far we let this go? being fodder in the fever dreams Of oligarchs and bros