Hammer away at the minds that pledge their allegiance to the fame. Stone thoughts they'll way us down. Through these days we are forced to inherit a heart of solitude. Just to siphon through the cries I want it all.
Matchstick soldiers all fall in place. Fashioned by minds who told them they were everything. Set a blaze to be consumed by the masses. Black lungs reinstate the rebirth of the latter.
I've seen too much. Not heard enough. Degradation evokes the folly in us all. Everything in this world is false and indifferent. By the hands that we have we will make it a new.
I wanna dream but I refuse to be different. Oh yea yea I wanna see them free.
Give praise to the pillars that burn down the exits around us. Existing is half of what we all want. Exist to exist. There's no greater concept than this.