1998 - 2010

Here in this false paradise

It's like ecstacy

Feelin an automatic high

Goin down is a tragedy

People come to this fake community

To escape the horrors

Of their real life

All that authority

Makes them feel good inside

It's half retro

Part emo

Where'd their souls go

It's like they don't know

Who they're supposed to be

Their actions are habitual

As if they're not individuals

I swear, they're all artificial

Yet I'm hopeful

They'll find their own feet

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Wrriten December 30, 2004

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