Replacements

We make it in digital so that nothing real exists Beyond the firey belly thought horizon Far beyond the fraudulence of existence Numbers and symbols form and this replaces our language The heart is gone, nothing but rom and unread messages Cold to the touch and anger replaces our moral ethics We make it in stereo so that we know it is real Speakers pounding to replace the hole where heart once filled She heard it in waste, on repeat three times a day But it all somehow remains meaningless Going in and out of dead space Barely recognizing a recognizeable face It swells and then it quickly builds In empty space it lives Made toxic but sweeter still In sync the destruction of hope and heart appear But it is all squalor and sickness Thus we make it in hologram so that we can feel One must erase or become deleted, otherwise it all becomes far too real As a touching moment between friends turned lovers that will soon end Because in the end it is all truly insignificant What seemed impromptu later is revealed as scheduled Proven to be hoax, planned and illegitimate As it is wise to look before one leaps Before the fall even the strong can be deceived As I when I believed you friend, when in truth you all were enemy Made strong by my hope, my naivety They told me it's ok to grieve But before my grief could last too long they all abandoned me With care their lies paved and stupidly along its path I came Because if one can't believe then how are we to have any faith? So, they broadcast it in digital to make us into slaves It's purchased and bartered, laundered and exchanged In innocent blood they are all washed and bathed Made pure by impure act and trade Made in America and over time slowly degrades We've all been duped, we've all been betrayed.