The death of society: Mainstream Music.
Why be in the limelight, just to abuse it?
An opportunity turned sour
By the amounts in hours
The youth spends listening to this remarkable power.
This, remarkable power is the irresponsible backdrop
To the gun cocks, and the grave plot that don't stop.
It is the spread of factitious disease and materialistic needs.
Presidents become famous
Because their faces are the bases
Of evil supporting these misleading tycoons.
Not realizing morality will die soon,
We plow through.
Mislead by lyrics misread,
We build up our break down instead,
Of breaking bread,
We head up to join the dead instead of rising above them.
The death of society is mainstream music,
The cause of death,
Is overload of a false livelihood,
Slinging narcotics throughout your hood.
The purpose of sex misunderstood,
And a bit of poison to taint what use to be good.
The culprits are not so much the artists,
But the fan bases that taste the poison
And replace the ointment with lives
Soon reviled as disappointments,
Comma, complacent lies
Not seen in the eyes,
But head through my ears,
Broadcasted through the skies,
To desecrate minds for miles wide
Not noticed by the people here.
The artists make the poison but the people take it.
The companies formulate the poison but the radios sell it.
Society is dying, and the Grim Reapers love it,
Lets just hope society can rise above it.
