the cutting times have now arrived
driven by a tribal mind now so awake and stirring
all of us surfing waves of self waves of me waves of i
wasted on the biggest high of humankind
the trip we take about our selves
about the ego avatars we build
up in our heads
under our domes of social media tech
like social media mech-warriors
going through player load-outs
all of us clicking through drop-downs
our weaponry of identity of sexuality
dna flag name politics and cash money
the pre-set choices of required information text boxes
all of us just min-maxing our humanity but we do it anyway
so we can say here’s my profile, this is me
and here’s my tribe tripping on some aggravated vanity
a selfie just a slogan flashing in and fading out
faces just getting played out
humans just swiped away to somewhere else
under someone else’s thumb under someone else’s eye
cut me out cut me in cut me from you cut me from them
with knives of pics and tats and stats
all of us behind the wheel when the cutting times arrived
driven by a tribal mind now so awake and stirring
so i’ll listen to you in a second
i’ll recognize your humanity in a minute
i’ll cut you from this car wreck in a moment
just let me take a selfie of me crawling from it first
heat flow 