Of Fate and Chance - The Hollywood Charity

Screened portraits
projected through our pockets
locate the exits and buy their
lives in paper magazines

To praise and don't forget to
envy everything that they have
but only one thing that matters
the artificial dialogue
portrayed in lies

So we give them our land
give them our attention
and watch them live
whether it be themselves
or the struggling
businessman

The wholes in the speakers
bleed symphonic feeling
admiration stuck in our heads
and no way out
are we thankful for enjoyment?
or dumbstruck by the raised
appearance of a stage

So we look up to them
we look up to them
so we look up to them
we look up to them

This is for the single mother
working double shifts
at the local diner
housing the drug deals

and the farmers
awaking the sun
to feed the ground
which feeds the world
withholding the lives
full of jealousy