Outspoken
Night Terrors of The Dreamer
Night Terrors of The Dreamer
And so as the uncertain and unfamiliar took on a recognizable face I had no choice but to leave home into the heart of the dream so many had left to seek
Fuck-off sky-scrappers punching the heavens’ womb in defiance until they cried blackened tears that burnt the green from the trees
Big-ass S.U.V’s farting past tightly squeezed shanty tin-roofed towns whose owners would never see their asses seated in one of these air-conditioned master piece monstrosities!
I heard that oil is black gold worth killing brown and black souls
So we dig cavities into mother earth until she bleeds from gaping holes
Flea infested dogs often scratch away the scourge
So it comes as no surprise when there is more quaking of the earth
Flooding of the rivers… snow blizzards and scorching suns
All these celestial convulsing show our purging has begun
They sold us dreams built on the foundations of centuries of death
So there aren’t any prizes to guess what’s next
If they piss away the only true thing of any worth
As if we only live forever and have a shit-load of other earths
Fuck a pure stream, fuck a species indigenous to your sacred lands
Fuck the polar ice caps you can’t market them as a brand
And fuck the future, that shit will never trend on Instagram
Who cares about global warming when we are too cold hearted to really give a damn
Scientists predict that we will die from ancient diseases that are currently still frozen
But how can we wake up to this harsh reality when we still mourn our dreams that were stolen?
How will I live if I connect across worlds but hardly know my neighbor?
Or click a link to save a dying earth when I can download a much better looking screensaver?
My reality is on the line but I live reality online
Where I am willing to sacrifice my entire life for the sake of one “like”
Besides I retweeted whatever “save the world” something something @planetearth
And what is a melting ice cap? I haven’t seen one since birth
My dream was never to join a cause, that sounds like work
I’d rather jump some borders to reach greener pastures for what it’s worth
But reality is we all feel like we all don’t belong
And all these greener pastures all seem to be photoshopped
Our dreams feel manufactured, packaged and sold for profit
And I am merely another slave trying to master my own inner conflicts