They try to get us
to follow their chain of command,
their normality,
but they're only linking us
to places we don't belong.
We need a little skin in this game
(dark chicken taught me that).
It always tastes better
when you have a hand in the flavor
that art possesses.
So make them hear our words,
scream creativity loud enough...
Right. Fucking. Now!
It's time for them to finally listen
and obey us for once,
to learn the youthfulness
inside our hearts still burning to exist
on another level, another mindset,
that they are incapable of understanding.
So stay tuned.
