Rebel

Status quo, live and let live does not reside well with me for I much rather burn in hell than be the obedient slave, tied on chains, dressed in costumes because the well wishers want it so, all the small chats made to disguise what needs to be kept within, the horrid tales I can hear it with my heart, for ears will hear nothing when lips are shut tight and I find that this aching numb of pretense, is quite the hell as opposed to heaven the heaven spoken with all the lights coming on, I cannot identify with, an inverted world I gather and my choice I make to pull the plug and call you a hoax!