So perceived as ‘outside of the now’…
punching clocks and feeding the sorrow.
Life is gone… NO, life is ON.
We’re hinging our movement on digital waves.
“I will buy what you're selling as long as you promise to make me attractive again.”
Religion is so inconveniently strict…we’re hinging our morals on digital waves.
Today I am lost on an island…
This afternoon I will heal the sick…
Tonight I will walk as an idol…
death in the sands with no blood on my hands.
There are lives in my T.V. set.
I take them and make them my own…never leaving, never bleeding…
the manifestation of bodies of stone.
Deep down I fear the side of the window that you call home.
Though this pane I can touch you again.
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This is the best I can do (mantras are made to be true)
I feel I'm finally home.
Judge not while I judge you.
Selecting a vessel through which I'm growing whole.
I survive another night of Ménage à Trois and perilous fights
and all I ever wanted was that life.
I sit and dream my life through a silver screen.
Reflections aren’t the same as ‘reflecting’ which bodes well for the part of me
that's raining down judgment…the co-host to apocalypse.
Everybody shake your hips, everybody lick your lips.
I've got salvation on queue, it's the latest.
When I fall down I'm back on top of the world in 30 minute segments.
Lights so bright so you can't see,
but if the night is dark enough I promise I'll make you believe.