wreck{election

Sound of the vibration        
I already know  
    the conclusion        
Stumbling in the haze        
of a temporal delusion        
    Overseeing the control        
of constant confusion        
Fabricating on a whim        
to prolong the illusion...        
       
 
    Training the trainer        
to train the remainder        
Separating the students        
to remain  
       complete strangers        
To keep them from harm        
& all other dangers        
Store them in a loft        
         Away in a manger        
     
Then        
      Let them out        
with a shock-collar        
& pager        
With clothes        
on their back        
  Made from slave-labor        
       
Judge them;        
By what        
     some jerk        
wrote on a paper        
       or  
 try to compare them        
with the kid's        
of your neighbor        
     
Saying:        
      You love them        
You just prefer        
another flavor  
     &       
If you had the chance        
    You would play the escaper          
       
Oh,      
       Separate our lives        
& do us a favor        
Sign the dotted line        
Choke on this paper        
It just means;        
     
        I don't have to deal        
         with your vapor        
Just a bad ending        
to another love caper        
       
Plenty more to see        
as the horizon will taper        
Screaming all the time        
I knew you were a faker        
 cause every time        
we made love;        
     
I felt like        
     'Jack the Raper'