turn around and look
the streets are burning with conspiracy.
wake up and its all the same
decide.
decide or die.
who should choose to cut these ties
who's next in line?
its almost time.
the months & years
just passing by us
can't you stop and see the damage?
just breathe the air,
you'll taste the plastic.
anonyminity in fashion
names disposed
along with passion
lets forget the pain of knowing
and dress it up in tacit clothing
reject the base
you needn't fain
begin to relapse
into nothing
and now conceive
with lucid dreams
the stigma etched
into your brain.