wreck{election

Sound of the vibration        
I already know  
    the conclusion        
Stumbling in the haze          
of a temporal delusion        
    Overseeing the control          
of constant confusion        
Fabricating on a whim        
to prolong the illusion...        
         
   
Training the trainer          
to train the remainder        
Separating the students        
to remain  
       complete strangers        
To keep them from harm          
& all other dangers        
Store them in a loft        
         Away in a manger        
       
Then        
      Let them out          
with a shock-collar          
& pager        
With clothes          
on their back        
  Made from slave-labor        
Judge them;          
By what          
        some jerk          
wrote on a paper        
       or  
try to compare them        
with the kid's          
of your neighbor        
       
Saying:        
      You "love" them        
You just prefer          
another flavor  
     &       
If you had the chance        
    You would play the escaper          
         

Oh,        
       Separate our lives          
& do us a favor        
Sign the dotted line          
Choke on this paper        
It just means;        
       
        I don't have to deal          
         with your vapor        
Just a bad ending          
to another love caper        
         
Plenty more to see          
as the horizon will taper        
Screaming all the time        
I knew you were a faker        
 cause every time          
we made love;        
     
I felt like          
     'Jack the Raper'