Thimble

Everything is lost
Under economic thimbles
Cancer research funding is mist
Ever growing is our coming nightmare

I thought you said
This life is growing old
That it was full of useless shit
As nothing but nightmares last forever

Everything is lost
Under an economic hour glass
Life saving costs shrouded in mist
Empty and strange the nightmare exists

I thought you said
All is growing dark
Humanity met it's match
Money is the nightmare that matters

Everything is not enough
To save the forests from the factory pyre
To rescue a village from a rising stream
To scream in resistance as the tanks roll by
To hold your youth from being estranged
We've fucked up with our last request
Money matters, it's nightmare is forever

I believed you knew best
I thought you confirmed this
But you raid said is growing dark
Humanity met it's selfish match

We uncorked a future of uncertainty
When we allowed our leaders to proclaim
The monetary matters over much of the rest
Over this place, so let the children become ghosts
Let the villages be swallowed by speeding mud
The resistance be silenced by our mass of tanks
Forests overwhelmed by the chain saw's might