Eleutheria - Jason Webley

There are stings strung from a hand

They extend to every point across this land

And the ants keep moving fast

They just blink and nod while miracles slip past

There’s a face, unearthly clean

That stares up at me from every magazine

Computer screens and concrete lines

I think I might let my subscription slide

There’s this song stuck in my brain

With the unrelenting pulse of the inane

And the words go tra-la-la

Tra-la-la-la tra-la-la-la la-da-da

There’s a tick, and there’s a tock

They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk

Storefront signs broadcast the time

I think I might let my subscription slide

There are words hung in the sky

That the crazy children hum while they walk by

Human souls on sale for dimes

In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes

There’s this voice, it won’t shut up

Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup

You’ve got rules, and I’ve got mine

I think I might let my subscription slide

There are rules, and we all subscribe

I think I’m gonna let my subscription slide