I’m dead, said the man

And covered his face with his hands

In a moment he was ripped from life

Like a page torn from a magazine

While we turn the pages

To something more comfortable

Movies, fashion, gossip

Forget about double-think, we have non-think

We guzzle the soma and blank out the world

With the holes left behind where people are gone

Cut outs man shaped, woman shaped

We shut our eyes and go on dancing

Never knowing that we haemorrhage more

With every life cut from our story before its time