No need to run This planet is done Mother Nature is pitching a fit And the natives are in a snit
Drinking motor oil, pissing gasoline Riding high on that bullshit machine No need to read It's all right there in your feed
All your heroes Turned into ones and zeros Algorithms gone viral Accelerating the spiral
It ain't the season For thought or reason Politics as sport Leaves no room for that sort
What's the proper attire When reality is satire? May all be going to shit But you can buy PJs for your pet
What can you say About the data you give away Smart surveillance A small price for convenience
Trust nothing Unless you see it on a screen Reality has a well known bias Against those who can't acknowledge a crisis
Don't you fret Can't miss it Just like you dreamed The Apocalypse will be livestreamed
Thanks to @rubido for giving me the idea to take a swing at this.