Off With Your Head
Detach yourself because it's just easier not to think about the things you see. Another gruesome image reminds you to be afraid. Don't question. How easily we forget the path. How did we find today? Just read along then burn the pages and look away. Then regurgitate the things that you've been told to think. With each fleeting moment the past decays. And we will stand by idly until it's too late to save anything. What's done is done and it's gone. So we remain sedated to the fucking teeth. Sedated. As colored shadows dance across your face, half a world away events unfold in ways that are limited by the twenty inches of your screen