Lascivious,
it's all that I can think of as I grad of my feet,
searching like a Diogenes.

Dangerous,
the adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies...

Yes I can see your green-screen mentality,
and I feel the sting of its consequence,
and I know I shouldn't but it's too much to ignore,
an emotion I deplore.

Evertime I look at you, I just wanna do it
I can clench my fist right trough it but I just wanna GET OFF!

Rectilinear,
this direction we've been heading
never realizing we are on a runaway machine.

Angular,
the momentum that does turn one step further on our ladder,
one more turn toward the east.

I realized your green-screen mentality
and I know it's shared by many more,
& I know it's quite impossible but I am damned to find a way
to revolve the other way...

Everytime I scrutinize
I just say "screw it!"
we're on a ride down a blind conduit and I just want to GET OFF!