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.

I can see your green-screen mentality
And I can 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, this 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 quite 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.