Lascivious,   it's all that I can think of as I grad of my feet,   searching like a Diogenes.      Dangerous,   the adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies...      Yes I can see your green-screen mentality,   and I feel the sting of its consequence,   and I know I shouldn't but it's too much to ignore,   an emotion I deplore.      Evertime I look at you, I just wanna do it   I can clench my fist right trough it but I just wanna GET OFF!      Rectilinear,   this direction we've been heading    never realizing we are on a runaway machine.      Angular,   the momentum that does turn one step further on our ladder,   one more turn toward the east.      I realized your green-screen mentality   and I know it's shared by many more,   & I know it's quite impossible but I am damned to find a way   to revolve the other way...      Everytime I scrutinize    I just say "screw it!"   we're on a ride down a blind conduit and I just want to GET OFF!