Fake people in a fake town, wearing fake smiles, hiding real frowns. Plastic toys in a garbage bin like people in a school (where  education ends.) Drill the facts and **** creativity, paint the plastic and bull doze the nativity. Humans in a system like monkeys in a cage. Yet this is how we are expected to behave.

Snow fall in a desert would be a new type of nice. Yet i just keep raining on my own paradise. Let the winds guide me to my cubicle downtown, where fake people smiles turn into real people frowns. Yet "life is good!" wrings high from the voices, just who's in who vile screaming senseless rejoices. The sun will die, and with it our lives. What is the point when we all end in time? Why do we sing when the christmas tree burns? When little suzzy was ***** and thing three killed before born?

The world is dark like the back of the moon. The dawn is coming though not to be soon. I work to bring light, but what about you?
Let the fake fade when you decide what to do.