this is not what they had told me
this is not what they had sold me
faster cars
bigger screens
to magnify those dwindled dreams
a pack
a pill
extended thrills
promises to keep us still
again we wait
just as they did
blame we bear
for having skid
lonely nights
to hustle through
drawn as flies to
nothing new
a shell lies there
between the sheets
as soulless as the
crowded streets
a glance far forward
stares back black
what will it take
to change this back
