Staring right back at me
Buzzing blue television screen
C’mon please ask me
Converse with me convert me
To what I hate make me disbelieve
Lies are told to tell truths that scream
Crazy crazy jesus sheep
Lost your heads to the majesty
Travesty is all I see
Or will this empty room
Make a believer out of me
Will this absence
Make a fever break out of me
I think I rather continue to feed
The likelihood
That everything is what it seems
And after my blood
And after my beat
Is a buzzing blue television screen
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