The opposite of happiness is doom.
That’s when it becomes all dark in the room.
And the future is dark too,
if only there was something I could do.
Yet failure is at hand.
So much for all the nice things planned.
The world is going down.
Exploitation, pollution, war.
Can someone fetch a clown,
or show me a rising star?
Something to cheer me up
and forget about the syrup
making it all sweet and sticky.
All in decay, that’s tricky.
It takes us down to where the animals are
kept in a jar
or behind a bar.
Their life is a shame
and guess who is to blame.