Wurmspawn
Bluelighter
Where have all the flowers come from?
Their plastic petals grinning sarcastically,
How they frame my life,
Fluttering in the electric-powered, carefully-timed breeze.
The silicon obelisks at every turn, fake rocks to walk upon,
'Pure' air to breathe, nothing but poisons to eat.
I know the Mother is under the makeup somewhere,
I feel her now and then.
Flesh and Blood has become Plastic.
Six billion barbie dolls.
We are all our own toys.
I want to break free,
But I cant get past the shrink wrap
Wurmspawn (11/08/00)
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Their plastic petals grinning sarcastically,
How they frame my life,
Fluttering in the electric-powered, carefully-timed breeze.
The silicon obelisks at every turn, fake rocks to walk upon,
'Pure' air to breathe, nothing but poisons to eat.
I know the Mother is under the makeup somewhere,
I feel her now and then.
Flesh and Blood has become Plastic.
Six billion barbie dolls.
We are all our own toys.
I want to break free,
But I cant get past the shrink wrap
Wurmspawn (11/08/00)
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