What do you microcosm-dwellers want now?
Comfort-zones shelter you from any clear view
We supplied all of the demands you made blind
Go enjoy everything your fingers fine-tuned
Drink every over-marketed and synthetically-concocted hype-juice
Go stew in cult-indoctrinated perceptions of your gains as grave loss
Preach all the Churchianity you can liturgize, and share your bad breath
Go fail to learn how everything is informative in terms of real truth
Let legitimate dialogue culminate
Let us cultivate ways to conciliate
Interpersonal rhythms and counterpoint
Let a synchronization be imminent
Any unknown quantity can have a spectacular aura on a distinguished road
All of your mind-viruses are munching on all the perceptiveness that you ever had
Theodivine angels, with their halos and wings and polyphony, are proclaiming joy
Earth is our home orbiting the sun, and we focus on everything that is plain and dry
Let me die a death more meaningful than all of your farts in my general direction
Let me die a death more meaningful than misunderstandings and confusion
Let me die a death more meaningful than purchases and retail
Let me die a death more meaningful than worshipping Mammon and the devil
Life is lonely ahead of the curve
Friends forsake you for having the nerve
Kindred-spirits are friends who remain
Tribulations can thicken our skin
Stress is a jalapeno-pepper on the soul’s tongue
Whether or not it bears repeating that we live “wrong”
Weirdophobes, you who micromanage the entire world
You who demand to have an impact, and to feel good
You have no afterthoughts, or even one clue
What do you microcosm-dwellers want now?
