The repeated refrain anchors a track that moves through a series of observations about the state of the world. “Ignorant static, malignant noise / Turn down the volume on your master’s voice” is a call to resist external control. “Birds of a feather, doomed from the start / Birds of a feather, it all falls apart” speaks to the inevitability of division. The bridge is where the song finds its sharpest edge: “We put the sharpest knives / In the hands of children / And they cut” . The song is a reminder that even the best-laid plans are subject to forces beyond our control.