Short For Show - From Autumn To Ashes

I’m not here to discount

The opiate of masses

But I’ve learned so much more

Attend lectures and classes

Through verbal dissection

Ideas are in suspension

We crash like criminals

In bed with loss prevention

We move when they say

And beg for shit that we

Will never ever need

So keep the receipt

We’ve become the children

Of paralyzed ambition

A fraction less human

Dining in modern kitchens

Prepackaged warmth with a

Touch of your personal flair

Arrested emotion

Wax poets with a cold stare

Don’t you

Try to tell me

The your life

Feels empty