Get Off

Lascivious,

it's all that I can think of as I grad of my feet,

searching like a Diogenes.



Dangerous,

the adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies...



Yes I can see your green-screen mentality,

and I feel the sting of its consequence,

and I know I shouldn't but it's too much to ignore,

an emotion I deplore.



Evertime I look at you, I just wanna do it

I can clench my fist right trough it but I just wanna GET OFF!



Rectilinear,

this direction we've been heading

never realizing we are on a runaway machine.



Angular,

the momentum that does turn one step further on our ladder,

one more turn toward the east.



I realized your green-screen mentality

and I know it's shared by many more,

& I know it's quite impossible but I am damned to find a way

to revolve the other way...



Everytime I scrutinize

I just say "screw it!"

we're on a ride down a blind conduit and I just want to GET OFF!