It spits honesty from its absurdity,
Nonsense to reality.
It’s the depth of incongruity.
In this world with no constants,
It depicts the raw sense
Of who we are.
We won’t all be stars,
And we won’t all go far,
So we sit there on twitter
And say things so bitter…
Because we never looked inward
To check the essence of our own selves.
Instead, we just read about it on bookshelves.
Nobility is a rarity,
So none of us even try to be
Greater than what we’ve ever seen,
Then I pray a sign will come to me
Because I’m lost in this changing sea
Of faces circling all around me.
People on the radio
Say things that they shouldn’t know,
Yet we beg for their secrets
And burn away our regrets,
Shines light on the reality
That we try so hard to not see.
And this drives us crazy.
We live in horror of the unknown,
Which has inevitably shown
Us how powerless we are,
How we’re nothing but another star
With the rest of them so far.
Whatever we are changing into
Really starts to chop and screw
Up every little piece of you,
And none of us know what to do.
In the depths of inconsistency,
It tore away insanity
By deciphering reality.