Paroles: Choke. Far From True.

it's not for me but it's far from gone
still follows me and it feels like
it's all a waste
still smothers me and I can't escape
this simulated nation
lining streets with perfected style
pulling weeds but it seems your design has flaws
artificial scenes that I can't erase
dissimulated feelings

that brought me up

another hit for sale from a sorry thief
fed a mouthful
so far from true
longing for a distance where the billboards
don't clutter my mind

the captions I read
are creating substandards

that can't be reached
false imagery that's designed to breed
countless imitations
it's not for me but it's far from gone
still follows me and it feels like it's all a waste
artificial scenes that i can't erase
dissimulated feelings

take me out
fall into place
my own
so I try to cope with
your plastic ideas
i fear I am stained with