Who Are You?
Documentary evidence in wastelands of images,
Spliced and then diced and then pasted;
Wasted cold eyes on a star laden guillotine,
Wasted and wasted and wasted...
I will not fall for the cheap cardboard rhapsody,
Drummed and then hummed and then screaming;
Tricks taught and force-fed to old dogs regardlessly,
Dreaming and dreaming and dreaming...
Is this a pact with some satanic majesty,
Declined and then signed with a keyboard of treason?
Souls sold as cheaply as tack in a cracker,
No reason, no reason, no reason...
Rattled camcorders in technical sorcery,
Shaken and taken to hell and damnation;
Absentee landlords, what tenets dispense me
Salvation, salvation, salvation...?
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