It's all that I can think of as I drag my feet, searching like diogenes,
 Dangerous,
 The adjectives of the decade and of your alluring intricacies,

 Yes I see your green-screen mentality,
 And I can feel the sting of its consequence,
 And I know I shouldn't, but it's too much to ignore
 And emotion I deplore,

 Every time I look at you, I just want to do it,
 I can clench my fist right through it, but I just want to get off,

 Rectilinear,
 This direction we've been heading never realizing we are on a runaway machine,
 Angular,
 The momentum that does turn us one step further on our ladder,
 One more turn toward the east,

 I realize your green-screen mentality,
 And I know it's shared by many more,
 I know it's impossible but I'm damned to find a way
 To revolve the other way,

 Every time I scrutinize I just say "screw it,"
 We're on a ride down a blind conduit, and I just want to get off

 Ah-ah-ah-ah (x3) off