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...?