Marching in rhythm to corporate rhyme
Waiting in lines
While the fire inside is dowsed
Burning holes in your pockets right in front of your eyes
Brainwashed by punk
That's got the wrong name on the packet
Companies making money off rage they've tamed
Worshiping a group who haven't been the same since they tasted fame  
I hope it's as sweet as being spoon fed
Scared to take a risk
Because that doesn't sell

Can't keep up
Sleep passes by
Haunted by the forest
Little pieces of sky
Land softly on the stars
Branches caress
Dead fauns
A restless wilderness
The janitor works late
Cleaning up the mess
All thats left
Are flower petals
Forbidden by men
Runing the way
It was meant to be
Seven long days
And nothing has
Been accomplished
Deemed special
Better than the rest
The bears and foxes
The seals and dolphins
Running from saws
Caught in a web of chants
They are brought to
A place
Covered in paste
Its beautiful,
Peaceful and rich
From the clouds
People look on
Rest with the intention
Of never awakening
Forced gods breath
Just in case of fire
We wait for the sun
Under the canopy of
Gas and waste
My own thoughts
No one else would think
They must become nothing
To be worth something
Scared and weak
Everyone is something
Who was born of another
Gospels sing praise of
Thankfulness
Who woulda thunk
We'd be so stupid
Building ground over
Our used consumption
Sometimes i sit
And think
And write
And lose myself
In the reality of everything
But what everyone knows
Is accepted without question.

To you, who has read this, i thank you.
You are very patient.
Lol.