the straight forward stares of nine million empty faces
/ amputated hands from their wrists so they can never
grab at the sky / and i fucking hate you / the way
you never feel satiation / the mouths are full but
the mind is weak / so please distract with useless
toys / like thousands of tiny little time bombs ticking
/ the man with no face onctinues to dig circles around
his eyes that still take no shape / a funeral procession
of fake rubber dolls marches the cirty streets / staring
at the walls / you will take it to the grave / this
education / never live it down this humiliation / educate
/ humiliate the simple minds with simple plans / an
endless line that begins at the factory doors / everyone
with their hands cupped / thanking the creator for
the little bits they think they own / unaware that
the world is collapsing all around them / because their
only concern is their self-absorbed Lego kingdoms /
and ideas of a perfect sitcom life / match / light
/watch them burn / and you know the sun could never
be bright enough for you / as long as there are still
stars left in the sky for you to grab / with greedy
hands / numb to the burn of emptiness