Cementland Reality (Just Breathe)

Our eyes lock,
time stops,
heart's poundin' raindrops
clock used to go tick-tock
but now it's gone like our soldiers in Iraq,
the wind's pulsing and picking up rocks
thrown against the window the force shocks
us laying in her bed,
our future we don't want to have so far ahead,
talkin' about all the books we haven't read--
her father telling her our own paths we tend to tread
shit, she laughed, he's been doing that since I was eleven,
it's our education we're smoking away.

She secretly wants life to be some surreal animation,
just sweet sensations, no church or state or federation
or health problems like lacerations
or TV's "Face the Nation",
no more infestations or incarcerations,
no more medications or the need to take them,
no more vaccinations or the need to get them,
no more transportation or the need to use it,
no more insanity or the need to plead it,
no more court rooms or the need for recess,
no more diabetes or the need for dialysis,
no more guns nor the lead that's in them,
no more me if I refuse to listen
to my heart that's pounding in her ear as she's talking
her eyes and mine expanding,
her eyes tell me love is now everlasting
like it wasn't before,
the sunrays peaking on the shore
of this long night finally,
the morning star brightly seen,
the green and blue serenity
but you know you're soon gonna visit
the cementland reality,
the cementland reality.

Bus lets me off, feet blistering in the cold--
This time no money to hold.
She says to me, "just breathe" when she picks me up
from the station and hands me the pipe, God standing over me,
over us, he's painting on a canvas an action shot
of soccer kids grinning
while an old woman's winning
all up in the bingo room,
she's filling her box pine tomb up
with casino chips while I'm
filling mine with potato chips, while a
little girl is buying a bag of pita chips, while a
dog dies because he found the bag of chocolate chips
left out on the counter--
the culprit now haunted much more than he wanted,
dead dogs suck, you know.

Vesuvius erupts, your heart's a plastic cup,
here's the crutch, I'm a little drunk
but I do gotta heart the size of a construct-
ion site while others still living off of Lady Luck
and those others still don't give a fuck
about anything but their pick-up truck
that was just towed from the Wal-Mart plaza,
'member the old days when shit was hot lava? (Yeah, I do.)
That shit sucked worse than Drone Wars by Obama, Clone Wars, and Big Pharma--
I might be a rhymer but this life ain't no soap opera drama,
'member my two second coma
on the porch of your condominium
while we were watching that movie Requiem
for a Dream?

I gotta question.
Yeah, I gotta question.

Why give wages a minimum
if the minimum is less than two millennium
a month, fuck askin' "can you loan me some?"
"Sell me some?" "Buy me some?" "Lemmie work some,"
But they repo'd the chromium
appliances or your kitchen linoleum to mine loads of uranium,
sitting in their lawn chairs having coke with rum,
later need some Tum Tums and can't seem to cum
inside their wives and girlfriends, sucking the fun out of everything.

The price of livin' comfortably
gets so dangerous when you're a commodity--
when that's the price of livin' comfortably,
and everything's a commodity
but not our souls in the rivers or trees,
not in our hearts our bowels or are teeth,
it's all not bound up in grief or greed or
weed, when everything's a commodity,
one day we'll all be free but until then
we're all fish swimming like
the fish keep swimming, like
Dori telling Marlin to 'just keep swimming',
my time is swimming and your head
is swimming and my time is swimming away.
Our time's slipping away.
This life is slipping away.
This Cementland Reality? Yeah it's slipping away.