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Bored with Your Cinema-Sick of Your Mansions

I can't keep my eyes open,

I've seen this all before.

Forgive my lack of interest,

In all your force-fed content.

Imaginations dead.

You're printing cash instead.

Somebody has to fund your expansion...


You wanted us to stare!

And ignore all the despair.

But I'm bored with this charade.

So, what if we all just looked away?


Look away!


Art is dead, long live you.


Your impedance is squashing all out transformation.

Now our ghosts are beseeching you

In our imagination.

You want to flash the lights.

You want to shine so bright.

You want to look so right.

You force it in our minds!


You wanted us to stare!

And ignore all the despair.

But I'm bored with this charade.

So, what if we all just looked away?


Look away!


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