Parasocial Christ

Rise and kill the time, torrid voices and nepotism

Lost between the lines in a faulty mechanism.

You need to walk away, but your self-worth is tied up in someone else

You're all in on a hollow asset, just empty pages in a glowing casket

A no-substance plan, a mask fused to you that's begun to melt

Infected viral metric racket, another fool lining up to catch it.

Rise and kill the time...

Fall into the brine, a pathetic hunt for recognition

Pay to do the crime, in a struggle for position.

Down but you're too afraid to climb out because you never want to face yourself

So lay your neck right beneath the hatchet, another victim of the social habit

A wide open scam, you lose to the ruse, perpetuation of wealth

All your bets in a losing bracket, they raise the bid then refuse to match it.

Rise and kill the time...

Parasocial Christ, chaotic appetites

Anxious and short of breath, neurotic and bereft

Parasocial Christ

Rise and kill the time...

Servant to distraction

Vacant interactions

Paralyzed reaction

Kill the time.