all used up

the best advice is to ignore them

It’s not us, it’s not me, who really cares,

It’s so far away, millions of miles from my TV, my phone screen, my home

Americans, lift up your eyes to the world beyond your own skin

The immigrants of your ancestors are being used as used-up newspaper, churned and made into a fake media machine

All chewed up into your neatly folded clothes, so inconvenient

To notice under the layers of your manufactured problems

All used up in a televised ceremony of fashion, farce and dead lies

Dead lies that taste like stale cotton candy

Hey, at least you got to go to the fair

They didn’t come after you yet so

Used-up people can make the glue for your pretend fancies.