Bad Religion – Get Off

lascivious, it’s all that I can think of as I drag my feet,

searching like a diogenes,

dangerous, the adjective of the decade

and of your alluring intricacies,

Yes I see your green-screen mentality

and I feel the sting of it’s consequence,

and I know I shouldn’t

but it’s too much to ignore, an emotion I deplore,

every time I look at you,

I just want do it,

I can clench my fist right through it

but I just want to get off

rectilinear, the direction we’ve been heading

never realizing we are on a runaway machine,

angular, the momentum that does turn us one

step further on our ladder,

one more turn toward the east,

I realize your green-screen mentality

and I know it is shared by many more,

I know it’s impossible

but I am damned to find a way to revolve the other way,

every time I scrutinize I just say “screw it”,

we’re on a ride down a blind conduit

and I just want to get off