Scenery of society final part

Fake

Fake plastic illusions, a holographic Mirage . Don’t know what I am. I might as well be fake. I fell asleep, woke up in coma. Fake fake. What does it mean to be real? I don’t know nobody does but everybody knows we’re fake. I’d rather be a robot. At least I know who I am, and where I stand instead of being fake.

I don’t like my Job

I don’t like my job. I got customers all day long telling me how to do my job. I don’t like my job. I’m one step away from spitting in the food. I don’t like my job. Ask me how work was honey, how do you think it be? I don’t like my job . Oh I love my job. I would do it for free no way where have you been? I don’t like my job.

In Lawndale

In Lawndale a sleepy, tired hell an image of the American dream is being shoved down our throats. I can’t find me because I left I’m already and will walk alone. Goodbye , if I could see James one more time I will tell him he’s wrong. Sorry really does cut it. Everything is plastic I’m gone.