Piece of Grind - MCD 2006
     
   

Scratching The Surface

Forced to cover like an animal
Rabid dogs, wiped out long ago
To conform to this modernity
Your fangs are useless
Biting a bubblegum reality

These shades you fear like cancer
Now kick the teeth out of your ultra aesthesia
A mask of porcelain dripping with beauty
Just a target so perfect for a hardboiled knuckle

It's only parts of the “new” to set up new values
You waste your time scratching the surface
Pipe dreams, dreams grinning from screens
Go on and die alone

     
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