Plasicage

War is this cloud

Such a plastic fantasy

Can't escape

Not allowed

Not a peep from down below it seems

The corner room is taken

You can curl up underneath

Free the burn if not mistaken

Either way it plays for keeps

So what is your intention and why do I have the creeps?

Come live the dream

Sorry sight on the horizon

Keep it short

Keep explaining

This aversion coming on

What reaps the face

Of a child in such distaste?

And puts it up for all to see

Slithering to get away

All is not lost

What is it at will remain?

Shake the pistol

Put it down

In our tyranny's parade

Fall shifted lost

From a state of I'll decay

Feed the rot or put it off

For forever and a day

Throw it away

Never mind what's bright and clear

Grind it up to spit it out

Bind it up to share the fear

Throw it away

Left alone to hit rock bottom

Get a grip

Throw the chip

Twist the reason

Generation

Twist the reason

Generation

Twist the reason

Generation

Twist the reason

Generation