Cue the music
Strike up the band
Manufacture the tears
Manufacture the cheers
Sanctified in sequins lowercase lords
At the church of artificial gods
Superficial skin deep mini dieties and divas own the stage
Man made light illuminate singers of sad songs for fame
The whole world knows your name
Praying to posters for penitence
You can't touch your Gods
Look but don't touch
Six degrees of separation
A universe divided between followers and the followed
Dancing the latest dance
Singing the latest song
Wearing the latest clothes
Pitiful puppets with no strings attached
Who do you love
What do you love
Worship at the high definition 4K altar of sight sound and sex appeal
Who do you love
What do you love
Praise lab grown petri dish distractions
So called superstars run rough shod through idle minds
No god for the goddamned
This new religion
American religion
American idol...


