A Profound Soliloquy
Wrath of the industry:
A society filled with brainwashed masses
Judging on stereotypes. The pseudo-intellectuals..
Whatever happened to social harmony..? The wars..
The in crowd. Made for social satire..
There's no normal. Just another custom species..
I stand here, without a microphone in hand.
The mechanism that allows the power of voltage through
the sound waves of my voice. The roars I scream..
The fire burning within me.. I only ask to speak..
Your dying light engulfs the flames of my voice..
Leaving it out to dust and ash..
The night falls.. At it's darkest hour..