Abandon The Abbreviated World

It's a violation against our will. Ten men in business suits forging this masquerade. Words are dead. This is intangible. Coming through in digital. The billboards burn while we make our own space. Their heads all turn while we reset the pace. Don't follow these signs. It is a violation against our will and faith. Ten men in business suits forging this masquerade. Don't follow these signs on this road to nowhere. Don't follow these signs they all lead to nowhere. The billboards burn while we make our own space. Their heads all turn while we reset the pace. Don't follow these signs. Words are dead. This is intangible. Coming through in digital. Their words are dead to us. It's all around you, it's in the air you breathe, and now it's closing in, we have to abandon. These words. They are material. They are abbreviated. Like sand blown by the wind