We.
Bug eyed fashion doll, glasses tinted blind
Stick-like, stoic stature, stiffened stance.
Deep set features in high contrast
Midnight on pale, and never seen the sun.
City life, night concerts, moonshine, smoke
Starlight, gazing, rapture, exposures to be made.
Ends split, roots neon,
"You're all in your head."
She walks like a ghost of a good mood
She cries unbenknowest of her own attitude
Perhaps once a mythical creature
But now
A sad excuse for a life.
Living only for the finite high
Parched and bones.
No improvement either.
Mainstream is a bloodstream
Beings looking for a chance of love
No, love is lust.
We're animals.
Few can see the truth. They say we look like death.
But love has always, always been a dead thing
to us.
So we are the ones who were alive all along
Making art of destroying destruction.
Vandilization, corrupting corruption.
We are the future
We were the past
No longer the youth. The future is now
This is the crop you have raised with the last of your rations
Your people have shriveled up in desparation of the Better Future
You supplied the necessary evil to continue the line
But that does not take from Us the right to change
The right to improve
This crop you raised in your old age, your backup plan, your new beginning, your saviors
And it worked!
W E W I L L S A V E T H E W O R L D
but in order for it to happen
we will do it our way
Its our turn now.
