Wasted In the West - Shihad

Feed the lions in their cages

This is now democracy

Got to keep them isolated

It’s all apart of Huxley’s dream

Message from the mighty palace

Settled on the dirty streets

Got you fighting with your neighbour

Not the real enemy

The money casts a spell and puts them in a trance

They’d trade in everyone if given have a chance

I kind of die

I kind of die

Fed a diet of resentment

Fear and animosity

And you have to be content with

Watching someone else’s dream

And everyone is on their own

Now living in a virtual world

Wasted in the west

Wasted in the west

Wasted in the west

Wasted in the west