The Great Western Cliff-Hanger

Diamond white versus charcoal black

A thousand faceless souls worth less that one soulless face

This is our daily standard

And it makes me sick to my stomach

Forgetting all we have learnt

This is a new dawn

The bitch of things to come

Something have got to give and this time I think it should be you

As you sit there mouth agape

Shocked by this pixelated distant reality

The press of a button to erase them all

The fecal pacifier in the mouth of the drooling infant

I won't swallow this shit

Mere dollars for the fortune teller

To tell them they are worthless

But given the chance

For less I will give them a gun and your signed confession

Uh oh, looks like you are shit out of luck