Made it so far Enter the realm of the half witted Pushing through with intent As all should Carrying borrowed worth On an agreed-upon schedule Selling our souls For a scrap of presence Drifting as humans Shall drift along All day Eyes keep blinking Image is persistent Yet it doesn't stick Retina keeps letting it slip Blur is common value Sharpness bleeds visibly And is frowned upon It changes and dulls As greys and greens slide along Blank landscape with dots of will Pushed down a meaning pipe Caustic humors in a power exhaust Smoke delivers the blur Fuel bleeds internally Until margin explodes Selling our souls For a scrap of presence Consuming as humans Pumped around All day All day All day Selling our souls For a scrap of presence Melting as humans Shall conform, Alone All day All day All day
