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 the yellow bile
The towering peaks align the sides of uncanny valleys I’m sure
They said religious ecstasy is when a short comes with your drink
Are you just wandering or free? Do you mean anything to me?
They said the 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