do you remember passion? it’s burried beneath a concrete world. have you forgotten [bad word]  are you in the middle of an ugly war between yourself and a giant
machine? are you so tired you can’t even dream anymore?

 [bad word] this city, and [bad word] this filthy air. let’s build a-frames in the woods
and just live there. we’ll all eat berries and build fires every night and forget
this mistake we call modern life.

i believe in something, but i don’t know what it is. it’s either the future
or the end. it’s every reason that i do or don’t get out of bed.

we live in the unhappy shadows of skyscrapers freight trains and malls to a
soundtrack of nuclear warheads and bombs. addicted to power, addicted to authority,
money, and success … so far gone, without our addictions, do we even know
how to live?

the sun is shining [bad word] distance, bitter clouds that make me choke and cough
and scream. sitting here along watching acid raindrops fall, this is not the
life i want to lead.