Lyrics Wasted In the West - Shihad

Wasted In the West

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