The Great Western Cliff - Hanger

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 i think this time 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 a 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