Everything will be free, eventually. Trust me, everything will be free.
When we have spent ourselves into ruin, saving nothing and no one in the process
Everything will be free.
When we finally learn that hate has been fuelling our economy all alongAnd we’ve exhausted every genocidal impulse to determine who belongs
Then everything will be free.
The price of entry to every nation shall match that of entry to the world itselfWe are repossessed of our material wealth for defaulting payment on our mental healthAnd our rulers can no longer avoid the inevitable options left on the policy shelf
Then, and only then, everything will be free.
When no insurance claim can account for acts of disaster so cursed As the ice caps burn and the seasons reverseA thick mist blocks out all light, we cannot tell day from nightAnd we choke on the fumes of our industry, thinking ‘something’s… not… quite… right…’
You will not be saved, but you will be free. Trust me, everything will be free.
