Another Cry For Help

This is a cry for help
but not to you
It's for anonymous strangers
I'm addicted too

I disdain them, but they seem an easy friend
I will not apologize, it's my new religion

and none every devised cost as much as these cold permanent eyes
the weight of our inflated politic footbinds the modern mind

Those people I could not abide, are almost out of view
this one reminds me of all the songs in Sherek 2

No mans gaze, could ever lie as heavy as the lense
I was told I could be anything but that I wasted it instead-

In my head
No don't go back there again
I finally learned to lie and steal
I'm sure you recognize pieces my friends

In my head
It'll be better soon
sculpt my wings and learn to fly
right till death in the afternoon

me and all my friends, want mostly to believe
romance is more, or can be, than a smooth transaction shored up by conceits

What's your narrative
what can you offer me?
cause right now I hear whistlin
and I feel tumbledweeds

me and my colleagues get angry in the hot sun
we throw affectation, but are too scared to fight or run

every generation is a necessary, living sacrifice
to what they're parents wished was true
hey it got them too this point

In my head
No don't go back there again
I finally learned to lie and steal
I'm sure you recognize pieces my friends

In my head
It'll be better soon
sculpt my wings and learn to fly
right till death in the afternoon
*Unwritten OutroChorus* vibes