Linoleum

Wake up wanting

Why should I?

Watch the face identify

The Presidential conversation

As it's presented to the nation



Cowboy eyes distract from lies

Synthesizing genocide

As he explains just what we knew

Made up expressly for our review



Don't find it fair myself

But as I should prepare myself

For being one of everyone

Who thought this painted clown had won



It all feels like fear to me

My index of misery

It's higher than a red birds song

As I suspect I don't belong



I know that I'm a real bad driver

Dispassion as a system

I know that I'm a real bad driver

There's blood on the linoleum



Back to sleep while I decide

If I should join or try to fight

Fall asleep and stay that way

Valium or a different way



We think that we're part of this

But all debates are mostly miss

The hits are far between and then

They often lose the point again



Backseat stare is all I give

I tried to play the system with

The same machines that I detest

And I'm no better than the rest



Laziness I fail to see

Why you have afflicted me

When I could be driving faster

Avoiding certain field disasters



Cultured and so civilized

A way to say and critics rise

That you are subhuman too

And this is what we'll do to you



Is this amazing

If you want it

It's not so crazy 

If you want it