bad religion
get off
lascivious, it's all that I can think of as I drag my feet, searching like a diogenes, dangerous, the adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies, I can 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, an emotion I deplore, every time I look at you, I just want 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 is shared by many more, I know it's quite impossible but I am 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.