Para no dice

you just can't win
go out
stay in
lonely in this apathetic crowd
is there anyone out there?
anyone in here?

a screen lights the faces of a billion
in a factory of behaviour
we're all SO talented
so 'with it'
so 'dope'

its a little bit like an amusement park
'cept the dogs and the towers
just won't go away
those bright lights subvertise
the meaning of prison

i'm folding under questioning
you are pointing your pen
like a knife to the vein
i feel it turning outwards
a mutilated introversion

running with the pack
safety in numbers
feel good factory
the people at mission control
seek your answers