Dimitri & The Scarecrow - Technocracy lyrics

Technocracy ‘What technocracy defines is government ruled by technical experts' – D. Kwenda Verse 1 All you can dream, all you can be So strange how you seem to fall mainstream Receptacle, protocol, never to question at all And pa** it all along, generational bonds Genetically informed like a genetical clone Was it the government who wrote your genetical code? Don't be paranoid, everything is normal Your safe in the hands of the government, aren't you? Never trust a man who lies looking you in the eyes His is a twisted mind calculating in time Naivety: “Stop in the name of morality” Pragmatically: “Wait for the course of mortality” An occupational hazard in the current dimension Outlets to escapism occupy our attention So America is truly about the humanitarian It doesn't care about the oil in Iran, only uranium Our cynicism is a cover for conspiracy Blessed are those of faith who don't need a receipt! Coz all you can dream, all you can be So strange how you seem to fall mainstream Hook: Demand for serial numbers, IDs and pa**ports / it's the technocratic for people who don't panic What do you know about those who follow you? / It's all bureaucratic The cosmetic appeal, the pathetic will yield Nothing new was invented, it's the turning of the wheel The same water in your basin, rinsing your skin A little more murky for your baptism Verse 2 It's heavy metal galvanised in the faith of Sentimental shortcuts and blasphemy to the fundamental The cloning of the genuine article making it cheap Flooding consumer markets and selling a dream Inside the microwave, the mind travels through time But never savours moments to bind spirit and mind (Technocracy) When you've been rushed and your brain is flushed Your fixated to the shinier appeal to your flesh The drone of mechanics, so prone to the plastic A spoke you imagine, that broke through the imagine The conniving concept of convenient cosmetics A colliding conquest, a mark of career incarceration In the name of all things easier, to cure hand blisters Dismiss manual labour and let the mind fester To sit and interact with nothing but computers Can we sit and commiserate with the binary numbers Hook (x1) Verse 3 Get a little gritty, put some gravel in your gut Since you settled in your city you've scrambling for crumbs The funnel of committees is a benefit to some With a little tenacity they'll pay attention! The picture of order is defined by the structure A system of power, reinforced by the culture At the centrefold, tradesmen unaffected by the moral Simply loyal to the course that'll source the comfortable “Fellow countrymen! You've gotta read the fine print” I'm not your comrade; we don't want the same things Work the words, make the worst of my material world Mindfully got small fish for your braai to burn Ventriloquist sacrilege – how you manage it?! Use the same old tricks, mechanical clockwork Sprung a leak in the bag of the national treasure Hung the beak of a puppet to address the matter Hook (x1) But who's to care in a pretty life? Where you feed the system till you retire It won't matter when you finally wake You're invalid, easy to replace Coz all you can dream, all you can be So strange how you seem to fall mainstream C'est fini du technocracy