Lead Balloon.

New craze that consumes all sunlight,
A new obsession that all want to crave,
A brand new object of such description that it no longer has a personality,
A new scream from the public eyes of uncertainty.
With dreams of becoming the next big thing in Tokyo,
Making it to the top amongst the neon lights of Kansas city,
Trying to brave the Alice in my country,
How could the Earth be such a conceited bitch?
The pencil sharpenings fall on the floor,
And it makes no sense but the sounds of fairies intrude,
Incest and whiskey take in my aura and,
For the first time in days,
I open my eyes to a brick wall.
Why did you bring me to this,
Slamming my head till it bleeds against the cold surface,
Finally I break and crumble like a house,
The house of cards,
Where every room holds a new sick humor,
For me to cackle in the brightness of your photography,
Photoshop my face out of your image,
I'll break the blind mans glasses,
It is no longer healthy in the modern.
No one should be forced to look,
Upon such damaged perfection.