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 [bad word] 
This year
With your moral pretence
Masquerading your fear

Let me see the plans
Let me see the plans