Love's Landfill Lost

What defines us destroys us What entices us devours us What defines us destroys us What entices us devours us You will gladly feed your hands into the garbage disposal Of perceived love for some sort of connection you will always lack You will kindly hurdle towards the wood-chipper of vague celebrity For a few more severed thumbs subscribed to the thought A carrot on a stick, line-leading lemmings off a cliff For a life of constant surveillance: forfeit your face for a feeding tube Of endless advertisements to fatten up your cancerous carcass Until your can't fit through the door frame Until they need a saw to cut you in half So that you make your way down the conveyor belt more efficiently Methodically separated from your vitamin deficient bones Until all your sad fragments forget what it's like to be whole If you ain't buying what they're selling (Buying what they're selling) You're destined to rot on a shelf You life has become a ghost room A ship in a bottle Fit only for observation A ghost room A ship in a bottle Fit only for observation