Region of the Worms

REGION OF THE WORMS

Everything that was lived
Is now portrayed
As detached images
And moved away

In a common stream
That exists apart
In a pseudo-world
We contemplate like art

Where the liar lies
To the self and climbs
In a spectacle
Of inverted life.

The deluded gaze
Of the false mindset
Creates a common tongue
That keeps us separate

So when we bind
The spectacle relates us
But all our minds
Become isolated

We forge the core of what’s unreal
And advertise its broad appeal
Communication is clichéd
Affirms the choice already made

Our lives are bound so we produce
Goods that make our lives diffuse
We cease to be when we affirm
In the region of the worms

In the spectacle
Everything’s a product
From your thoughts and desires
To your basic conduct

All these empty things
On which our world is based
From the goods we pursue
There is no escape

And the goods mediate
How we all relate
Like a big jackboot
On a human face

Resistance is an ad campaign
Rebellion merely entertains
We only speak in passive terms
In the region of the worms

It’s the heart of all false