Teksty: 8 Foot Sativa. The Great Western Cliff-Hanger.

diamond white versus charcoal black
a thousand faceless souls worth less than one soulless face
this is our daily standard
and it makes me sick to my stomach
forgetting all we have learnt
this is a new dawn
the birth of things to come
something has got to give and this time I think it should be you
as you sit there mouth agape
shocked by this pixelated distant reality
the press of a button to erase them all
the fecal pacifier in the mouth of the drooling infant
I won't swallow this shit
mere dollars for the fortune teller
to tell them they are worthless
but given the chance
for less I will give them a gun and your signed confession
uh oh, looks like you are shit out of luck