The modern skin is the melting pot, all mixed and matched and unattached. The results of our American experiments. Squabbling will never fade away on its own, time to take the lead. This old digital war of bans and glow bravery is burnt out. Let it go, ya know.
The hot haze has descended, it has covered the land and the lakes. Sitting there with its high pressure and heavy air. Fill up the lungs, they can take it, pop a tune or two. The Dandy Warhols know the dilemma, they wanna be bohemians like you. Cause they like you.
But that makes no difference, these days are numbered. They are yours. Take them all in, the awoke, the asleep, the aloof. Apathetic of circumstance, unaffected. Chill.
