10' X 10' - Mower

Drive nails in the walls that hold you

Art in artificial light

Poor fool decorates an altar

Then serves as sacrifice

Take a break, the perfect getaway

All accommodations paid

Relaxed surroundings soothe you

Designed to keep you tame

Ten by ten — you build the box, you learn to live in it

This is not where people belong

It’s just a matter of greed, it’s not a matter of room

This is not where people belong

How do the one percent steer with such power?

It’s wrong

It’s wrong

This is not where people belong

It’s just a matter of greed, it’s not a matter of room

This is not where people belong

How do the one percent steer with such power?

Old wealth accrues and it’s locked and gated

I start to think, why don’t we just take it?

We live and die

We should decide

No home a cage

No life a waste

You built the box, you learn to live in it

This is not where people belong

It’s just a matter of greed, it’s not a matter of room

This is not where people belong

How do the one percent steer with such power?