: the brown and orange sky holds its breath as the sun retreats to the distant horizon, and our hearts palpitate anxiously as we soon will lay supine
than this, better off dead, yeah better than this, take it away cause there's nothing to miss I'm sorry about the world, how could I know you'd take it so bad
: now here I go, hope I don't break down, I won't take anything, I don't need anything, don't want to exist, I can't persist, please stop before I do
: television, television, television, television oh yeah! I want to bask in your golden light, submerge in electric waves, I need my connection to the
and walk away, knowing we're all in this together, for such a short time anyway there is just no time to parade around sulking, I would rather laugh than
: every time you shake someone's hand and it feels like your best friend, could it be that it's only superficiality?, without regard to well-being, without
: Can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner, In the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America, I imagine how his
: automatons with business suits clinging black boxes, sequestering the blueprints of daily life contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual
, going ya ya ya ya ya ya ya, oh yeah, I tried to tell you about no control, but now I really don't know, and then you told me how bad you had to suffer
: if I'm a monster, I am a willing one, this roller coaster ride is an enticing one, on the tip of a continuum flowing wavelike through disorder carry
: here's a purpose, there's a goal, there's a virtuos, and immoral, there's a reason for all of this, and I don't know what it is I am one, and plural
: individuals run for cover, for the multitudes of thoughtless clones have reached a critical mass, individuals hide in fear, under cover, sheltered
naps and rattling traps, how many devils can you fit upon a match head?, caringosity killed the Kerouac cat, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction
Can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner, In the shadow of tentacled towers by the red light of America, I imagine how his mother
individuals run for cover, for the multitudes of thoughtless clones have reached a critical mass, individuals hide in fear, under cover, sheltered by
automatons with business suits clinging black boxes, sequestering the blueprints of daily life contented, free of care, they rejoice in morning ritual
now here I go, hope I don't break down, I won't take anything, I don't need anything, don't want to exist, I can't persist, please stop before I do it