Synthetic Selection

Explode the galaxy iron out this wrinkle in time Cheapen a poor mans rich taste in fashion it’s habit to be a creature of design When the delicate send out the search party start by scanning the various roadsides follow the stench of day old regret that should lead in right to my location Where have I landed? A strangers planet Earth? A manic depressives getaway? A lunatics wet dream? Drain the oceans bleed the kids on the mountain the formidable foes of the knife I haven’t sharpened yet jam packed arenas stocked with fresh meat I’ll start at the bottom -The Man- The man holds the hand of his wife greeting me with a reverse handshake Something grainy about his personal life leaked into his lovers tears it sure as hell isn't this lady on his arm Rinse his eyes in a river of lust only to let him see what he's done has scorched the Earth straying too far from... Rid you Burn The scum secretes my head can't take much more of this eyesore total eclipse of his soul has begun Next up... -The Harlot- The girl holding the rose laughing she’s breeding an uncanny look of impurity Nothing perverse about what I’m thinking it’s what she is Spreading a soil around the town that reeks a forked road where she walks down the handle nothing she won’t do nothing she won’t take or see Come here and meet me in the middle there aren’t so many eyes here I’m sure this won’t be the most popular of assassinations everyone likes a harlot Excitement stimulates Diseases decimate Make up your minds -The Vagrant- Traveling on web feet has begun to hurt his ego burn his shoes and prick at the calloused soul of a man ravaged by nothing Pity is lost on skin without purpose throw a penny at something that begs spare a nickel for a chosen profession Demon in disguise if you ask me Blameless self de-evolution personified in a cardboard box warming themselves with headlines and bold ink Cold? Maybe Alas, what I do must be done It's a thirst unquenched by a common liquid and if not then innocence is lost in a blink of an eye Explode this galaxy iron out this wrinkle in time