Deleted By The Artist.

it's not about losing my own life
it's about keeping it from becoming something real
i don't want to live in the land of your corporate zeal
and you think that everything we do is approved with a seal
by the overhead divinity with no limit to his invisibility
the angles crumble and fall at the foot of thicker heads
bouncing back and colliding with the humans labeled dead
we're trapped in the pages of an exhausted photo album
watch us all stand still while the cold sets in // we're so numb
growing old in the afternoon never kept us in perfect shape
no matter what we die in the night as the sun sets on life's mix tape
we've got parasites and vestiges, ghosts and anecdotes
keeping us all from becoming victims of the loss of hopes
little do we think about how much we become the center of our own jokes
it's a laughing stock for the traveling man and a build up for the vagrant
leaving us here bleeding on the pavement
wisdom has been lost in the shadow of the life we live
and now this thoughtlessness has brought us down to our dirty knees
begging for a vision of the next big things, a vision the man sees
here it is on a silver platter, a feast for you to keep score upon
just make sure you understand that we are the only animal who wants to live long
we are the only animal who's stopped evolving because our hearts are revolving
falling in love is not a human thing, it's a people thing
a Sociocultural difference in the creation of herds and the creation of cities
grazing for thin heads and airy eyes
we keep ourselves away from home because we disintegrate our lives.

~Who can Al-loop? me. that's who.

Love,
Digress' local hairdresser.