We are facades melting in the shame of this world
we are swallowed by the cliche numbness
that embodies our hope in our common being
we are becoming numb  to the idea of individuality
we claim thats it's we long for
but we are searching for justice
we want peace
in the  noise of our love
in the chaos of our passion
in the surrender of our addictions
that are afflictions that chase us
in every step
and bite us to our core
we are consumed

consumed by this world that expects us to be
to be an image of attentive beating
a beat that can keep going until overused
til it is dead
tired
worked
used
abused
amused
with money
money chases
us
down
it
is
us