By Matt Bruce

We bury the rawness of humanity,
Under the sheen of possession,

We fall layer by layer,
To the fading depths of obsession,

One hand on the mouse,
One hand on the wheel,

One hand piloting bigotry,
In the shapes that fade before we heal,

Trapped, one word to feign the dismay,
Many times I've died to the streets of the night,

Fuck the fate of the Earth, come what may,
Too worn to pick a side in this fight,

A shitball of frozen language,
Verbose with the bile of educated semen,

Pumped through the orifice of Mother time,
Our minds raped under a platform of believing,

Tomorrow we wake and pretend,
Tomorrow we wake, we do it all again,

Maybe once more we fail to get lost,
Maybe we find another way to bask in our own sins…