Anger Channeled into Poetry

Because of a lying label
Because of what they say
We are down
Scrounging around
Shouting our words
Without a sound

The ignorant have no ears
To hear those words
No mind of their own
They are low
With their high walls
Unable to know

A secret is then made
The indie band to which
Everyone holds claim
But it isn't that way
And it doesn't have to be
Realize what is a lie
And soar within a free melody