Corruption rises from the ashes, money grabbed from trees,
The prophets scream out for the masses, cameras dripping with their sleaze.
Around the maypole, cultists and dancers, minds dulled by youth, stupidity.
The worst of earth and its many cancers, the mob and its rancidity.
The walls all crumble, here is the curse, fear not gods' wrath or omens,
For at our door are things much worse: Robo-furfucks are comin'.