Roommate - People on Screens

People on screens
They do terrible things

People on screens
So much more gorgeous than me

Back in the day we played
In fields of gravel and clay

We bloodied our knees
And fled from our mothers
We bled like brothers

People on screens
My hands control what they see

Spite blighted feed
Flight plans, intransigent schemes

Fright brightened street
White guilt, white hot private screed

Wqual extremes
Are we still friends?
Does the scene ever end?

Breeders will breed and
Thieves will plunder
Bereaved, we will wonder

People on screens
Habits fate the dream

People on screens
Have your way with me

Have your way with me

Written by:
Kent Lambert

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