Maybe I\'m listening to too much dystopian rap?
But every conspiracy seems to be coming fact.
The noose is tightening around sheepish necks,
Realise quick that our best interests aren\'t next.
A hellish wasteland where free speech is banned,
Looking at the television for our next command.
Am I talking about 1984 the book or 2020 real life?
Fiction and Nonfiction melt together on a butter knife.
Politicians are puppets but who\'s pulling those strings?
Demons and dark entities, angels with dirty wings.
A swift infection has taken over the whole globe,
Trying to get the antivirus into your left earlobe.
People aren\'t the same because lockdown broke em\' down,
PTSD was initiated by Boris Johnson, the fat clown.
I fear for our future because I care far too much,
Not all beings out here are human, can sense without touch.