a message to all
the birds of my feathers
how we caught the tail ends of romance
missed the window
of looks, fire, fame, glory
sabotaged the avenues
saw demons in dollar signs
lives flashed before our eyes
who will listen to us now?
the homeless poets cried
rock and roll is a young mans game
hollywood gone the way of arcades
all the kids are online and insane
living in a collective fantasy
while constipated fools in suits
bickering about weapons and votes
probably used to be hippies
until the cia did its thing
they say space is fake
and the earth is flat
maybe king james was black
remnants of a civilization
you never even knew existed
its everywhere if you know where to look
feel like its time to defy the odds
’s what we always did anyways
but forgot because we got so lost
in the contracts and other useless distractions
for useless idiots and their useless systems
somewhere along
we became old men
yelling at the clouds
the clouds wondering
what they ever did
no regrets
no looking back
dont even look down
just keep climbing
we are going to the top
with the whole damn flock
nothings changed
we are still in the game
no point clinging onto anything
because nothing lasts
nothing stays the same
realised that forever ago
we are a dying breed
so lets go out
in a blaze
of glory.