People on screens
They do terrible things
People on screens
So much more gorgeous than me
Back in the day we played
In fields of gravel and clay
We bloodied our knees
And fled from our mothers
We bled like brothers
People on screens
My hands control what they see
Spite blighted feed
Flight plans, intransigent schemes
Fright brightened street
White guilt, white hot private screed
Wqual extremes
Are we still friends?
Does the scene ever end?
Breeders will breed and
Thieves will plunder
Bereaved, we will wonder
People on screens
Habits fate the dream
People on screens
Have your way with me
Have your way with me