Shout at the glass doors!
Shatter them in their perfect frames
Grind bones to dust with your voice
Gather the sand in ziploc bags
Proposition the black hole souls of school children
Who smoke tailpipes in the night
Shine the light for those who are blinded
Minds melted by magnified microwaves
Bodies controlled by the corporate implants
Little colored pills whisper commanding sweet nothings in ears
Hearts hang heavy with deep-fried dreams
Lungs crack, blackened with street tar rolled in tire rubber
Muscles wither in front of the mind-numbing Tel-Lie-Vision
Eyes milky, cloudy, blinded by federally funded sludge
Distributed, rained onto the people; the end all, cure all
Shrouding sight so the frightful seems pleasant
So I write visions on pages they'll never read
Burn them alive
and send smoke signals they'll never see
but will always be able to smell
Dec 1, 2010
Dec 1, 2010 at 5:54 PM UTC
Shout at the glass doors!
Shatter them in their perfect frames
Grind bones to dust with your voice
Gather the sand in ziploc bags
Proposition the black hole souls of school children
Who smoke tailpipes in the night
Shine the light for those who are blinded
Minds melted by magnified microwaves
Bodies controlled by the corporate implants
Little colored pills whisper commanding sweet nothings in ears
Hearts hang heavy with deep-fried dreams
Lungs crack, blackened with street tar rolled in tire rubber
Muscles wither in front of the mind-numbing Tel-Lie-Vision
Eyes milky, cloudy, blinded by federally funded sludge
Distributed, rained onto the people; the end all, cure all
Shrouding sight so the frightful seems pleasant
So I write visions on pages they'll never read
Burn them alive
and send smoke signals they'll never see
but will always be able to smell