Cheap Entertainment
I've got no future, but I've got no past. You want to complicate me with history and science. A measure of who we are and what we'll be. If the going's ever going to be this good. Cheap entertainment will cost you in the long run. I've got nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. That's all it's ever been around here.
Tell me where the windows glean and they smile pristine. It's all in a bid to feel secure. Machines working to function. And I'm part of the scenery. But you feel so insecure unless you've got a shoulder to cry on. You don't feel safe until you become cheap. When nobody is looking, I disappear without even making a sound.
Every gesture is a studied look you copied from magazines and Hollywood. You complicate everyone in simplified terms.
Who cares for architecture inside secret walls you ask the world to pass you by. You forget your friends who forget the world. Discreet charms never meant much to you. Always the blunt instrument as that's what gets your message across. What did the world ever mean to you? All these questions never interested you at all. Dumb this down, black this white. I want no residues to be left behind with the shade of grey. Message must be clear as to be clear is to be understood.
Common discipline, the disciple of trust, but you thirst for something else.
Who looks for these things? What difference does it make? Why answer these questions when someone else answers them for you. Maybe then someone will understand.
Tell me where the windows glean and they smile pristine. It's all in a bid to feel secure. Machines working to function. And I'm part of the scenery. But you feel so insecure unless you've got a shoulder to cry on. You don't feel safe until you become cheap. When nobody is looking, I disappear without even making a sound.
Every gesture is a studied look you copied from magazines and Hollywood. You complicate everyone in simplified terms.
Who cares for architecture inside secret walls you ask the world to pass you by. You forget your friends who forget the world. Discreet charms never meant much to you. Always the blunt instrument as that's what gets your message across. What did the world ever mean to you? All these questions never interested you at all. Dumb this down, black this white. I want no residues to be left behind with the shade of grey. Message must be clear as to be clear is to be understood.
Common discipline, the disciple of trust, but you thirst for something else.
Who looks for these things? What difference does it make? Why answer these questions when someone else answers them for you. Maybe then someone will understand.
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