When
society is pop-culture’s hashtag
And we
become the propaganda of self-righteous brags
It
is the trouble beyond heaven or hell
I’ll
take a belief at a difference of me
Before
I’ll buy what morality sales
My
opinion’s stitched between my shoulders and sleeve
Humans’
error with faulty responsibility
It
is not just the body we must please
Our minds
hold logic to dreams
And our
brains need more than just a freeze
That’s
the crank in the mechanics
But
here is my sensitive panic
From
every fanatic to romantic
The
heart’s symbolic tactic
Trees
are to breath
As souls
are to humanity
Don’t
chop them down to we have nothing left
To
not know your soul is insanity
Keep
the earth’s soil wet
And plant
more to flourish with vanity
Living
in existence
Is an
individuality that is nonexistent
For
we all have a purpose
That
is why love is written in chorus
And
the world revolves around us
Will
history ever serve us justice?
