Generation of attention
with a dopamine bend.
Anti-social irony
is the fresh fake trend.

A pale heart will wait
to turn ruby red.
The ego's more shallow
on the numeric thread.

An invisible crowd
will have a new pet name.
Neurotic subscribers
will be led by the vain.

Just follow the lead,
and drink their arsenic.
The poison becomes sweeter,
in the cup that you sip.

And if the ground
Could still hum
With magic
After a rainstorm
I decided, so could I.

ta ma sa la la na a
the stars believe in the waters

a mama lul
pretty, pretty golds

twa a ma moh
pretty, pretty blues,

sa a ta ma a la na odh,
the tide is blown like a ghost

ta ma la a sa a
and the moon is beautiful

trama da na wa
dancing to her song

ta a mama da la la da ma tra
a golden lantern of softening light

a mo na ta a ma a ta
shivering in the willows of the night

sa ma da a la a
up in the twilight

torro ma a da a lam
down in the sky-land

ta la a sa a la sa
where the silver moss quivers

ta la na la da ma soh
and the pretty streams shimmer as they dream.

I'm upset about everything
myself, the universe,
and life itself.

I cannot comprehend that there
is no alternate universe.
There has to be another life
where I'm better, and not worse.

There has to be another dimension
in another universe where I am better
not in this place, this life of mine that's bitter.