monochromatic

investigatively reporting from the frontline

i chase danger because if not me then who will

exclusively opportunistic by a nature innate

made new by mutations replicated by half of two things

one new thing, forced into social conformity

i cry about the proximity to ultimatums

non-consentual relations and discipline

thought-criminally afflictions like fossil fuel

just asking to make an inferno of paradise

because the world will give everything we ask for

what's the price of world peace going for this day?

how much does it cost competing with the Jones's?

so much ado about what i was told is nothing

unimportant enough to illicit polarized response

an unsolicited condemnation about being entitled

repetitious tradition evolving as if hyperbolic

the movement feels unnatural and lacks inspiration

i'll be preaching to the choir until my voice gives in

if you don't like what you hear or see don't look and listen

and if it doesn't apply to you don't own it

i don't trust a need to convince me of anything

a covetous horde of insecurities accumulated

here you are telling me what my narrative is

but nobody asked me where i stand on it

or why it's so important that i believe the same

i don't care for surprises and how very dare the nerve

the bombastic audacity of what it's like to be young

not yet jaded by the wisdom and weight of time

souls not yet crushed or sold for the right to be right

i have no secrets unplundered, relics of what i had

lost in finding the way to say the right thing

try taking from me what you say is unrealistic

determined to turn faith into dust but i won't budge

i would do anything but that for love and a klondike bar

tell me more about how i don't listen and say the same thing

over and over, still saying the same thing, skipped track

a villain claiming victimization, a mistruth framed

he greets everyone like a friend but nobody knows who he is

the great war won only on paper but the soul was lost

tell me about the obscured and to which authority you cling

like it makes a difference in the regard i have, static and charged

misrepresented and taxed, extorted by culture to fit into it

i am broken in many places and missing pieces

but i put what i could keep back together, embellished fractures

compelled to speak words that i would never believe

to use a language of the big guys watching, looking down

living up to the hype and proud to dominate entire worlds

the glaring pudding with undeniable flavor

bland, monochromatic photos of a rainbow exposed

total obscurity exists only if you talk about it first

something to say about the priorities that rule your world