Built on top of filth and shitnnoverstuffed and profit lit nnemeryville is doomed to bennnothing but a plastic dreamnnnnhow can this hell be anynnworse than where thenninterstates converge?nnthe end of the line where nnwe suffocate in the saftey nnnet of lifennnnsit on the parkway sip the juicennmade from trees with plasticnnfruit we can talk aboutnnwhat bores us just likenneverybody else.nnnnhow can this hell be anynnworse than where thenninterstates converge?nnthe end of the line where nnwe suffocate in the saftey nnnet of lifennnnforget the mountain and the trees nnjust keep the lattes comin' pleasennin the march of industry clocking in nnlike worker beesnnnnhow can this hell be anynnworse than where thenninterstates converge?nnthe end of the line where nnwe suffocate in the saftey nnnet of life