A Terrible Master

I can’t ever seem to sleep

And the TVs leer as they parody me

Their chatter sucks the air from whole rooms

No matter how many I turn off

Is this really how the world sees me?

Is the screen the lens of the mind’s eye?

I can feel myself shrink as the wilderness grows

And the microchips chirp in mocking conspiracy

The dying newspapers boil over with rumors

And no one can hear the bombs bursting from here

The charlatan experts prey on our fear

And the doctors prescribe palliative insecticides

For cancers they planted themselves at your birth

And the books are bound up with third-hand hearsay

But who can be trusted to pick out the liars?

I’d do to them what they’re doing to me

I can feel myself shrink as the wilderness grows

And the microchips chirp in mocking conspiracy

‘Round here

Ninety million tons of concrete

Press down

On their tired eyes and soft frames

‘Round here

Their brains collapse before their bodies

White noise

Clogging every orifice like glue

I haven’t slept in weeks

A lifetime has passed and I don’t know a thing

And I don’t give a fuck what happens to me

All I want is to go to sleep