the slow death of one thousand men or the one we lost today and i can't remember how i came to feel this way how form forced function to give way now this is pornography viewed through every billboard's leering eyes building a wall between you and I and if i am just a lense then even if i capture light no matter how fast the shutter closes i can't see through your eyes and if i am just a microphone recording sound to tape with just the pass of a magnet we're all erased now this is pornography viewed through every billboard's leering eyes i'm turned on even as a part of me dies and those roads that we drove with no pictures to send home and songs played at shows with no records to own if sunsets are wild and cameras are traps then i'm burning all my photos and i'm not looking back because the woman on that billboard looks like plastic and the newscaster says "freedom must be saved" and the video footage looks fantastic the movie rights are bound to be just great... how i came to feel this way: a lust to capture the moment and force it to obey now i'm learning to have faith i'm learning to live in the day even when i still feel the same i know i'll be ok