supermarket of dreams~~

 

Our stomachs are bigger than our eyes
  in these small towns of concrete,
  and there will be no victims here -

Our tongues are bigger than our stomachs,
  and then the ascent is halted
  by the Bus of Convenience.

Our stupidity is infectious.
  Key sympton: a hundred dark nights
  in this Mall of Absurdity.

Yes. Our knees are stronger than our hearts,
  so we chase, as pixels, onwards,
  to the Supermarket of Dreams -