Monoculture

I saw monoculture in the flick of your finger, on a white lighter New preoccupations as the gods descend on us Take a second job, eliminate the noise It seems hardwired But I'm finally free to welcome in the rust I saw monoculture in the lick of red lips and a yellow bile The towering peaks align the sides of uncanny valleys, I tread They say religious ecstasy is when a shot comes with your drink Are you just wandering or free? Do you mean anything to me? They say that living is the thrill Until the pressure cooker spills Are you just hunting for the kill, or are you listening? But I'm finally free to welcome in the rust I'm finally free to let go of us I'm finally free to let go I'm finally free to let go I'm finally free to let go I'm finally free to let go I'm finally free to let go I'm finally free to let go I'm finally free to let go I'm finally free to let go