I know that it is time
I feel it all the time
Built into my design
I give it all to you
All of it can go
All the face’s glow
the evening of the show
The dream is our feed
A cut and pasted breed
dying to reseed
Again the crowd will drown
the faces on the ground
Blinging on their knees
On Saturday night
We gathered to the light
The casts of past felt right
The current disappoints
The streaming leads to streams
of seaming scene to scenes
The never-ending dream
How will we evolve
the apathy dissolve
Round and round and round revolve
My calling card is lost
in the coming holocaust
and its sounding trump exhaust
I close the shades, try not to breath
I call my mom, try not to see
I fold my hands, I cannot hear
my ancestor inside of me
telling me, “Dear, that’s not fruit
hanging from our family tree”
Drowned out by the wisdom of an mp3’d
“Let it be, let it be, let it be”
Fucking humanity
My sister wants me to stop
Turn myself into the cops
I pop back the pop pop pop
The gun feels natural in my hand
Let freedom ring from the farm
over anxiety’s alarm
We chugalug the lucky charm
There’s a pill for everyone
Pass the cup down to your son
the barrel of monkeys in your gun
Shoot out into outer space
Insure the human race
a universe to displace
I close the shades, try not to breath
I call my mom, try not to see
I fold my hands, I cannot hear
my ancestor inside of me
telling me, “Dear, that’s not fruit
hanging from our family tree”
Drowned out by the wisdom of an mp3’d
“Let it be, let it be, let it be”
Fucking humanity
There will be an answer…