I write to spite A world enthralled with the massacre of solitude A world born crude And through the back door it grew into this monster This anarchic regime of the intimidation of an individualistic code So your abode Your humble palace Watch it burn in a rich mans chalice The drug of choice For an autocratic voice High on power and rushing on the blood of those who suffer Their kicks kick in as we turn against each other No longer can their atrocities Be forced upon us as our responsibilities As consciousnessย ย grows and insecurities fail The reality of the indignation, is all you can inhale So all those thoughts of prosperity ,wealth, appearance and social acceptance May they perish and persuade us no more It will end the way it started The chaos of when destiny has departed The illegitimate ways That have blighted our days Lost amidst the thrill of the unknown Forever forgotten as we who are left to reap the rewards of the seeds we have sown