Insta generation, You too could be here To show your friends They could be here. Watching beauty through A lens or frame — Such a shame, It's all the same. Chronicling Wasted happiness.
If this, to you, Is meaning, Then go ahead And cancel me — I won't subscribe To prejudice and ignorance. If this, to you, Rings true, Then nevermind, I'll show myself the door — Anything less would be hypocrisy.
Blazing paths of sweet resistance, The fastest route to any heart — Nothing good’s ever Expected to come easy, So I might as well Play the asshole card.
No healthy competition In a system built on monetary gain. No charity in giving back What's not theirs in the first place. No freedom under laws Tracking, tracing every move — Controlling by leveraging The differences between us.
Truman ain't got nothin’ on us, Fourth wall crowds, Like, comment, cheer, and interact — A maze of fifth walls, Skewed mirrors of eternity, Has us squirreling for recognition Like mindless rats out for cheese.
Shatter, I can't think of a word That defines tragedy better. Breakage with an outward motion — Broken shards, no longer Part of their whole, Scattered and alone.
