Cut your heart out just to fit into those jeans. I bet you would. It's so american to wish that someone's watching. And where does all this lead? A barren stream of your hopes and dreams that they use to sell you images of well-being. It's selfish and obscene.
These flowers wilted in the path of these machines as we cry out, "don't make a sound". We're still worried about varying symmetry while we watch cities burn. Will nothing turn this off? Nothing.
Save for a heart that's all but been lost. Just give us something tangible.