Broken homes as far as the eye can see. Bird's
eye view: An ocean surrounded by cubicles and
fast food restaurants with nothing but standard
utility vehicles and smog in-between. No one
knows who is in control but underneath them lies
a bottomless pit. Everyone clings to the sides
and they use one another to reach the crown of
it. It's getting oh so dark in here now. He's
grabbing at my ankles. I'm grabbing at his. Don't
let go! Until all that's left of dreams of
Venus.The appendix of a system that doesn't need
us. One machine tells the other not to feed us.
They only want more. We only want more. We're all
getting nowhere confused. Which way is up? Which
way is down? I'm falling down. I wonder which
moment I decided to care? Decided to wear the
burdens of thousands of years. We all live life
like the sun and the moon fucking in the
afternoon. The light it doesn't get through but
it gets by. One machine tells the other not to
feed them. They only want more. We only want
more. Just let go. Please don't feed the machine.