You feel a lot, its too much to handle
You feel nothing, it’s too much to handle
You consume, reproduce, excrete and repeat.
You procreate for that’s the “right thing’ to do,
You replicate and create something that isn’t new
You revel in mediocrity
You pull down originality
You follow the herd, you are the herd
You were always the herd
Drowning down the sounds of those who actually want to be heard,
With your constant chatter, clutter, complaints, restraints
Chaos,YOLO, FOMO commotion
With your egos, your attitude, your ignorant stutter.
Pretending to be the shit, stumbling the strut,
Fumbling the rut…
Shut Up
Shut Up
No thank you, No one gives a Fuck!
You
You sleep walk through life, and you wake up a lil too late
And when you were woke, You cringed and cursed your fate
cuz You have awoken to nothing but Hate.
