Everyone writes about what they believe in
Praising the greatest parts of life
or confessing their sin
I find no interest in common literature

When people speak it's about their life
New found accomplishments
and never ending strife
I cannot converse over common matter

Humans make decisions based on a certain topic
Their bountiful wealth
or emptiness of their pocket
I have never related to common economics

Celebration is a wicked, twisted event
Rejoicing over heroes and heroics
and shielding each other from evil stars like a tent
I do not cheer for common excitement