Election Day

Steam up the mirrors as you practice your speech Swallow narratives like they're dripping with grease I'm a lost little boy following trails of teeth Or am I sleepwalking on daylight feet? Through this one stop town filled with weeds and sheep Gaze in abstraction like a god over priests Where dreams are exploited but it's kept discrete Institutions designed to ripen greed Make this new world great for me Our future's a thing of the past you see Make Faustian bargains like they re stuck on repeat Variations of a recurrent theme Speakers blare the good word in binary Commit your number to memory A conventional routine Pin chests with medals for man-made tragedies For us to drape our dead in the flags we keep Only then will our work be complete