Arcade Destiny - Dystopia Today

The night falls like a guillotine
The air tastes just like gasoline
The city line shines with neon lights
Everyone's jacked-in machines with blinking lights
Opinions shared like a dirty mag
No thoughts of originality
Believe what the media says
Don't question your reality
Welcome to your retro-future dreams
Where ultra-violence is the currency
Connected morning, night, and day
Welcome home to Dystopia Today
The night falls like a guillotine
The air tastes just like gasoline
The city line shines with neon lights
Everyone's jacked-in machines with blinking lights
Opinions shared like a dirty mag
No thoughts of originality
Believe what the media says
Don't question your reality
Welcome to your retro-future dreams
Where ultra-violence is the currency
Connected morning, night, and day
Welcome home to Dystopia Today

Written by:
Andrew Pinkard

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