concrete valley

this is a world sculpted by our need for isolation. the skyline grows and twists upward like steel and glass vines choking out the sun. we make our peace with lonliness here under the shadows. this is our last stand, the flourescent march to the iron sea. every step resounds like crashing waves, the perfect symphony of progress. we will submit our lives to the tide for the sake of your family values. everything is done for the greater good as we sacrifice purpose to the pagan gods. these are the times that try our souls so we look to our stained glass ritual for deliverence. all we want are answers, truth is a luxury. the search will end at the glistening gates of our great, immutable factory. its chimenys resolutely go on constructing the atmosphere. black raindrops fall to our barren ground and bring a sense of salvation. we drop to our knees and petition the sky for vices to numb the pain away. we now mass produce simplicity. how did we stray so far from the Architect's blueprints? our morals have become nothing more than the pnuematic current that carries our self-righteousness. this stagnant, man-made existence is so hollow.

hey richie, the 80's called and they want their spandex back.

here in this manufactured city we sleep safely inside the elastic walls or our suburbia. an ever-expanding kingdom produced by the assembly line. everyone here dreams of living but these dreams remain forgotten in the confines of our lonely beds. the bright sun, burning in the cloudless sky is courtesy of the weathermen hidden in their balloons high above. they forcast a downpour of eternal bliss. as the pills rain down, the sun melts our plastic landscape. the air we breath is toxic, yet we go on breathing just the same. this complaisant existence carries the weight of extinction. while the bombs fall we cheer for the curtain call. if we find this meaning in our minds then is it meaning at all? or just cold, lifeless doctrine?