Shining bright, Leaving me Fooled. It's a vortex And it feeds off of my light, kind to be Cruel.
It taints and slithers into Every life's necessities. Now it wears a crown saying: "You cannot go on, You cannot survive without me!"
It has become The Judge, Jury And executioner Without Authority.
It has become Our only means of Expressing beauty and Creativity In the most perverted of ways As it tries to Simulate an alternate reality Making me A fool Who’s Kind to be Cruel.