Every day images smash into my mind,
pretty girls I'll never meet.
That dream-machine knows what I think I need,
come closer if you can bear the heat.

The fire of my mind's fantastic desire,
unquenchable male fantasy exploding,
destroying my sanity, my ability, my dignity,
and the dream-machine stokes it more and more.

Wanting what I want I'll forever be unhappy,
a pawn in their velvet claws,
buying what they sell, watching what they make,
the dream-machine vomits and I swallow, blind.

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