Don Mann: Focusing on my Craft

Sunday, Aug. 22, 2004 - 5:03 p.m.

Packaged for mass consumption

mechanically processed interruptions

I'd make you something to remind you of me

instead I'll pick you up something on my next shopping spree

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The world's gotten smaller in a hurry

Everyone runs, flies or scurries

The technology we embraced to bring together our hearts

Won't return the embrace when we've fallen apart

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The world looks so sensational

Sometimes even downright inspirational

I view the globe's events through a pane of glass

The commercials made me forget all the questions I meant to ask

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All around me I see stone and metal

Now that the smoke and dust have settled

A fine, cold prison we built with our good intentions

We pave the path to suffering with each new invention

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I think back to when I was just a child

Accepting everything I was given with a smile

Our parents pressed into our palms the shiny token for damnation

Never telling us which slot to put it in, expecting our appreciation

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I know what I've done with all I've learned

I know what I'll do when it comes to my turn

I'll throw myself into the gears and like a martyr be ground

I'll gladly accept my choice of destruction without a sound

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