it`s not for me but it`s far from gone
still follows me and it feels like
it`s all a waste
still smothers me and I can`t escape
this simulated nation
lining streets with perfected style
pulling weeds but it seems your design has flaws
artificial scenes that I can`t erase
dissimulated feelings
that brought me up
another hit for sale from a sorry thief
fed a mouthful
so far from true
longing for a distance where the billboards
don`t clutter my mind
the captions I read
are creating substandards
that can`t be reached
false imagery that`s designed to breed
countless imitations
it`s not for me but it`s far from gone
still follows me and it feels like it`s all a waste
artificial scenes that i can`t erase
dissimulated feelings
take me out
fall into place
my own
so I try to cope with
your plastic ideas
i fear I am stained with