Adulterated candles

But you wanted more than the truth
You wanted the blueprints to existence
You wanted to meet God's creator.
How foolish of you.
The truth is not there for the taking.
Bottles are there for the taking.
Crack pipes are there for the taking.
No one wants answers.
You only want music.
You only want what's pleasing to your ears.
You want sweet lies.
You want sweet nothings.
You want the glass guitar to be playing "Happy Birthday Mr President" at your funeral.
But Marilyn won't last either.
She's only human.
And so are you.
Your precious rum in your precious enamel mug
You precious values and your precious experiences.
everything is plastic.
To realize the truth is to realize the lie.
"Just do what makes sense" he said
But sense is a corrupted thing.
Plastic sculptures in plastic spheres.
Math metal overshadows candlelight music.
Put one in the lamp and you'll see the light