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Lacivious,
It’s all that I can think of as I drag my feet, searching like diogenes,
Dangerous,
The adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies,
Yes I see your green-screen mentality,
And I can feel the sting of it’s consequence,
And I know I shouldn’t, but it’s too much to ignore
And emotion I deplore,
Every time I look at you, I just want to do it,
I can clench my fist right through it, but I just want to get off,
Rectilinear,
This direction we’ve been heading never realizing we are on a runaway machine,
Angular,
The momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder,
One more turn toward the east,
I realize your green-screen mentality,
And I know it’s shared by many more,
I know it’s impossible but I’m damned to find a way
To revolve the other way,
Every time I scrutinize I just say ’screw it,’
We’re on a ride down a blind conduit, and I just want to get off
Ah-ah-ah-ah (x3) off
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