……..When our culture speaks I hear our voices, but someone else is using it to make these noises, our lives no longer put into music, just the ideas and direction of those who use it, allowed to go on by artists who abuse it, and have forgotten their roles, because they sold their souls, in some inter-dimensional realm their backs are tied to poles, bodies froze, all we see is nice clothes, gold rings in their nose, snakes wrapped in pink minks taking pictures cheek to cheek, no longer have to sneak, they’ve made it okay to be a freak, but it’s soon to reach its peak, cause only what’s natural is sustainable, our cultural guns used to be aim-able, now it’s duct taped to the side of our heads, and now used to indoctrinate the walking dead.