Screened portraits projected through

our pockets locate the exits

and buy their lives in

paper magazines


To praise and don't forget to 

envy everything that they have

but only one thing that matters

the artificial dialogue portrayed in lies


So we give them our land

give them our attention

and watch them live

whether it be themselves

or the struggling businessman


The holes in the speakers

bleed symphonic feeling

admiration stuck in our heads

and no way out are we thankful

for enjoyment? or dumbstruck

by the raised appearance of a stage


So we look up to them 

we look up to them

So we look up to them

we look up to them


This is for the single mother

working double shifts

at the local diner

housing the drug deals


and the farmers awaking the sun

to feed the ground which feeds the world

withholding the lives full of

jealousy