We were played songs that re-enforced the commonness of our existence
When what we wanted was the gleaming future of phantom metal sprung up cities
Original design - the product of a sleek, sure idiosyncrasy
It had never been copied because it had never been heard
It might pain one to know that their starvation was not taken seriously
In fact, it caused ostracization and violence
They starve at night
I breathe in the daytime
But it is with worry I exhale timid exhaustion, burning frustration
Cursing the age I live in for its pigheadedness, its selectivity
In a prediction of when labels won't matter
There will be a big cool down, time delivered to us so we can work on higher things
Nothing to look for, the guarantee of providence delivered to your doorstep
Forward, I'll give up the pretense of fairness
Get down with the meaning of beneficence
Get up in a setting where rejection is unknown
Jettison blue outrage, watch the fireworks with the accepted
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