Blood splattered playgrounds,
Selfies overflowing with false.
Sipping on petroleum cocktails,
caus it's fun destroying futures.
Can I buy your innocence
with some poor man's digital gold,
his interest rate will kill him,
All in good time my pretty!
Sharks eating sharks
and Michael's hologram,
Just wrote another "Thriller."
When sadness is solace
Caus love has grown so selfish,
Who do we lie to now?
10,000 communications and I'm the
only one sitting at the carnival.
Butcher knives, laptops, pain pills and
Online truths are the toys of children.
All around us humanity is
mainlining its decline,
as the Gaia gets ready
to vomit one more time.
The songs maybe our saviors,
But I'm alone in this crowded moment,
stuck in a turnstile from 1969.
But maybe, just maybe,
If everyone found their Tambourine,
all would be good at the jamboree!
Good Day Sunshine, Rhonda is back in