Verse 1 Woke up in a unit built for someone half my size With a metamorphosis reflecting in my eyes There’s a letter from the Council, it’s a shade of sickly grey Demanding I account for every breath I took today The ceiling fan is humming like a judge without a face In this humid, high-rise, God-forsaken, sunburnt place I’ve got forty different logins for a single point of view But the gatekeeper is sleeping and the line is out through the door to the avenue. Pre-Chorus And the "Lucky Country" is a slogan on a bin Where we’re tossing all the logic just to let the madness in Yeah, the paperwork is piling like the rising of the tide And there’s nowhere left for a citizen to hide. Chorus It’s a sunburnt labyrinth, a digital cage We’re screaming for the ending on a blank white page From the halls of Canberra to the local cul-de-sac We’re walking toward a Castle that’ll never call us back! (Yeah, it’s Kafka in the tropics!) (The verdict is: "Relax.") Verse 2 I tried to find the office where they keep the common sense But they’ve wrapped the whole Department in a triple-layered fence The Minister is ghosting, he’s a vapor in a suit While the cost of living’s kicking us with a polished, leather boot The infrastructure’s crumbling, but the forms are looking great We’re filing for a permit just to contemplate our fate "She’ll be right," they whisper as the gears begin to grind Leaving every basic human need a decade-plus behind. Bridge (Music speeds up, drums becoming more erratic) Stamp the paper! Check the box! The door is bolted! Change the locks! I’m growing extra legs just to stand my ground In a town where the silence is the only legal sound! Who’s the judge? Where’s the law? I can’t remember what I’m guilty for! (GUILTY FOR! GUILTY FOR!) Guitar Solo (Discordant, screeching notes that mimic the sound of a dial-up modem or a busy-signal tone) Chorus It’s a sunburnt labyrinth, a digital cage We’re screaming for the ending on a blank white page From the halls of Canberra to the local cul-de-sac We’re walking toward a Castle that’ll never call us back! Outro Your call is important to us... (Please stay on the line) The transformation is complete... (Please stay on the line) Just a bug on the windshield of the Sunshine State Caught in the mandibles of the Great Bureaucratic Weight. Next window, please. Next window, please. (Fade out into the sound of a heavy stapler clicking repeatedly)