Elitism is for the Dogs

And so this is how it is.
The world floating in this aesthetic mirage
Midnight car rides with true lovers.
I hope they always have doubts too.
It’s funny to see how my mind works and fits pieces together.
It’s a sequential computer and a well-oiled machine.
And it works together puzzles of
“Me”
And of “you”
So tonight this place is the moon
And we are all astronauts
Floating in this aesthetic mirage
In clean suits, radios attached to home.
Oh I could fly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hand and hand with my mind.
The Idealism falls in the queue
With the comrades and existentionalists
And boys touching breasts and girls tickling spines
Suddenly we’re no better than the rest.
Suddenly we’re no better than the rest.

- MusicinRegine, 2006