Smokestacks

i listened to the megaphone man
he said we were facing the end
that's so much different than my mom and dad
who said this is just the beginning
cuz they're in love with their shiny new world
they're in love with their airplanes
and cars and hotels
it gets invented and produced
in mass the very next day
it seems that they've tried everything
but nothing has failed
no need to wait for tomorrow
cuz everything is blowing up today
the grass beneath my feet
is a synthesized version
of the work of a dying perfectionist
animals and open spaces
trees, plants and sunny days
are all in line to be replaced with
smokestacks
concrete and power plants
with therapy, cosmetic surgery
and waist reduction plans
no compassion from our sky
smeared with billboards and dirt
it seems that they've tried everything
but nothing has worked
no need to worry about tomorrow
cuz everything is blowing up today
i'm in and out of clubs and stores
and restaurants and bars
dodging people and buildings
advertising, eye contact and cars
another day unfolds
and the structures all get old
do you think that maybe you could save me
cuz it's coming
and i don't wanna be on board
miles from solitude
incredibly alone