As I sit in isolation with my code,
The enlightened construct of my roof has gathered mold
An absent god leaves free illusion's stage for phallus acts
And my empire dominated act is getting old.

Nihilists with capital my help you make the roads
But the masculine in masochist don't help a flower grow
Men might build a house but only women make a home
It's houseless men that make me threat my Earth won't make it home.

Genocide, psychopaths, warlords make the maps
A masculine audacity that's woven in the stats
Femininity in wanton touch she heals her servant back
And if healing is a balance act, let balance take control.

I need some love to hold on to-
(Outside the shadows that I've grown)
I sell myself to the worth I belong to-
(Via the buyers that I know)

By virtue of this being Plato's cave,
The crowd beholds the culture that enchants the shadow's game
Compartmentalizing colour's by eye's lie evolve and change,
To seeing dark coloured people in handcuffs getting slain.

A contrarian may hit you with the facts
That, by the numbers, the white deaths outnumber blacks,
But in the Western World, where the Caucasian colour's stacked,
Attacks based on the fact your black just mean discrimination's free to act.

And if Power needs an underclass sustained,
Then they'll move blindly forward at the cost the weakest pay
And colour doesn't matter when you're just too poor to play
And power has no ear to answer weakness on their level of the game.

You may need some will to hold on to-
(But I saw your shadow grow)
I sell myself to the worth I belong to-
(While I watch my flower grow)

In a culture that our ignorance begat-
On the thrones where the old kings of nepotism had once sat-
Now sits the beasts of corporation's technocrats-
The structure minds our comfort to which our morals then adapt.

Individuals partake with road to gain-
And racing to the top may seem a catalyst to change-
But humans seem misguided by reprisals of their rage-
The emotion that insists a soul engage.

But power keeps your apathy sustained-
Exhaustion to earn your portion spent on escorts and cocaine-
A tax on artifacts of the instincts that humans crave-
And the cycle says there's always more to gain.

And ma might be designed to keep he, and his fellows safe,
But not at the cost of what is clean instead of sane-
You get impatient on impartial ways to act-
Get out of line, you get exiled, or get your neck snapped.

You may need some love to hold on to-
(to watch your shadow go)
I sell myself to the worth I belong to-
(via the flowers that I know )