At the speed of light
I'll drown in the wake
Of 2000 years of this
God awful charade
Want more things that I haven't got
Wish I could (march?) to your homes
Bring your knees to the floor
Let me see the plans
Let me see the plans
What you compromised
This year
With your moral pretence
Masquerading your fear
Let me see the plans
Let me see the plans