We are
superficial beings
densely packed on the fringe
of histories in contact.

We’re torn apart
by discord from within
and rush together
when pressure rises from outside,

The balance of the two
along with our emphatic bonds
encapsulates our collective ego
defines how full we are
of ourselves.

You are in the mood for loving
And i am in the rhythm
Of demolishing idols in your bed
Underground we found our sovereignty singing
Bringing fame and light to all beings
We realized the irony immediately
But at the moment we can't back out of our contract
Or we'll seem way too eager to please something