We charge into danger. No guarantees or safe places. No one can be trusted, everyone is a suspect. All the money’s worthless. The talent is trite and exaggerated. The food is turning, the water is poison. It’s rotting your teeth right out of your head. Sight and hearing are quickly fading. Your guts expanding. Your hairline’s receding. The sores are opening. The cancer’s spreading. The antibiotics aren’t working. All the drugs are just strangely sobering. The skeletons in your closet have opened the door and they’ve started talking.
Just like Miami! Fucking Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned like ballots drifting into the ocean.
They’re in your room while you’re sleeping. They’re in your car behind the seat waiting. The rifle sights are on the back of your head. They’re slipping it in your drink when you’re not looking. They’re selling it to you as art, it’s every other word in movies and songs. The public is buying it’s business as usual and the business is capitalizing on your fear, your greed, your perversions, and vices. They say you’re guilty and they’ve got the evidence to prove it. The mistakes are obvious. The faults are glaring. The plane is on fire. The fucking ship is sinking. Swept away in a hurricane. Buried in the rubble of an earthquake. It’s terminal. Inoperable. They’re amputating. Massive hemorrhaging. Major fucking complications.
Just like Miami! Fucking Miami! Sharks circling for the feeding. All hope has been abandoned like ballots drifting into the ocean.