Followed ©2003
Inspired by chord progression
Confined within our social box
Brown sides, black label, stuck beneath the table
The scent of static lingers, and I can’t move my fingers
I’m followed by shadows
We’re hollowed by shallow
We’re followed by shallow
The box will suppress your senses, your thoughts partitioned with fences
Get a big screen, when you can’t see past your belly
Just don’t just’ don’t turn off the telly
You can’t escape when you’re already free
I’m looking for an open mind