M-S

privacy's a luxury
it ain't for you
it ain't for me
the eye is always watching you
so read my lips
my fingertips
my mind
my journals
all my shit
and know that I am killing you

no one has a single clue
I don't trust the folks that say they do
keep thinking
before they take that too

every year that slithers past
you lose something you don't get back
I can't keep track of all the things
it's hard to talk
it's hard to think
it's hard to know the things you need
they're piped in at alarming speeds

they're selling prisons on every billboard
but freedom's something that you can't afford
keep thinking
before you can't no more

and every time you turn around
your soul is in the lost and found
it's funny how the sheep let in
the wolves that go and do them in
and no one has a single clue
I don't trust the folks that think they do
keep thinking
before they take that too

when the last tree dies and turns to ash
and servers full of useless trash
boil seven plastic seas
I'll be sad but I won't cry
I guess the murder suicide
was just the way it had to be