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