Lines move up and down
Red, green and blue
I bang on the TV set but my life remains the same
I pray that the cathode ray tube remembers my name
It’s a never-ending show this life
You die in a cliff-hanger
or the absolute absence of one
Beyond this realm
Reality’s even more abject
We will betray our frame
To keep living inside the box
They claim it’s just a phase
But it’s like an everlasting song
Coldness can be a common place
This will inevitably be unveiled
to the young
I kissed your lips
and ended up feeling like
a tortured one
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