Synthetic Happy Poem by Sven Rhoads

Two faces that have no identity
Truth becomes an obscenity
Warm and safe in the lies
As Nero fiddles under lights

Take one a day to be just fine
And try to ease your mind
Assimilate and stand in line
Slave to the grind

The calming symptoms of nothingness
The highs and lows have been erased
Without a trace
Tell me how I am supposed to feel
So I can be the neutral state
The smile to fake

The stillborn and empty beat that no longer is inside
Prisoner to the facts that they try to hide
A psychosis that they've come to diagnose
Until the iris spark no longer glows

The tremors of the overload
The poison my body shall expel
A living hell
Tell me how it even feels
When I'm the guinea pig
Just dance the jig