A heedless and harrowing future is developing for our generation and generations to come   But as I walk the chartered streets of this familiar oblivion, I recognise nothing but unweilding conciousness, in which we have almost comfortably drowned   It is madness   This normality is madness   We are clinging to manufactured crippled constraints   We must no longer commute between brand-ladened homes, and quickly accepted aimless roams from our factories of slavery, to wars of elusive bravery      We must unite!      And we must let the flood gates open      Here tonight, I clock a thousand heads   Here to unite, through common dreads