Ricky Simmons from Modern Frenetics by Black Matter Device

You can't take your eyes off of these,
bright lights.
synthetic consciousness,
Clouding all we see and breathe,
What have we become?

I'd like to think that we're in charge of what we eat,
Don't you dance around like a dog to their tricks.
I'd like to think that we're in control of who or what we put out front.

I can't believe my eyes,
You're eating from the hands of a murderer,
Eat it slowly,
Don't wait for me to choke on the the poison in their arms.

It affects how we think.
how we love,
How we die.

It's making us hallow and you know it,
Please come home don't leave us here to die.

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