Potemkin City Limits Song Lyrics

Francis didn't give a fuck about the rollbacks, the overproduction, reduced demand
He never gave much thought to disputed contracts, in his short life, he'd only ever known
Panic, fear, pain, darkness, pandemonium
In the hell that was his home

Fourth quarter earning expectations expedited his demise
The panic grew as the humans stalked among them
When the screaming began, Francis shut his eyes and felt the hand
Of inhumanity brush over him

But his would-be killer's back turned for a moment
A blinding ray of light spread across the floor
In a crimson pool, he saw his own reflection
As he bolted for the door

Not just some fractured fairy tale