Beneath the patterns of the surrounding society
Beneath the spice in other's eyes to hawk like vultures at the vulnerable
Beneath the excess necessity for superiority and distance
Yet we live next to each other,
Feeding off the crops of another
Yelling at the sons of our brothers
For the unjustful laws, glass ceilings and cover ups
Kissing the enemy because of the rush they promise
Because they prophet acceptance and momentary pleasure
Mirroring a 2 dimensional idea of beauty
What lies beneath your pop-genre-filled playlist?
What lies beneath your fake smiles, your desperate ignorance, your vacant knowledge?
Beneath the superficial passion
What lies beneath a man of power and his insane policies?
What lies after the beat drops, and the fog begins to deteriorate your lungs?
What lies beneath your monetary value?
What lies beneath your raw words corrupted by fame?
Is there something real in your imitation of reality?
Or is hating on society only a trend?
Our distorted reality isn't as pleasant as distortion should be.
What lies beneath your empty silence?
What lies beneath our past intimacy?
What lies beneath us?
Beneath our parent's rage
Beneath our clenched jaws
Beneath our conformity