The song of a rebel

The saltiness that I feel in my mouth
The tidal bore of blood
Flowing like Colorado
Draining all the life out of my existence
Waiting to release the lava
On my parched soul.
The bitterness that I feel in my mouth
The tidal bore of tar
Flowing like Nile
Consuming all the darkness
Waiting to release the lava
On my half-eaten mind.
The wrath lingering on my eyes
The poison injected in my veins
Boiling on the fire of my burnt heart
Might as well open the chapter of my death.
But the world is a theatre
And I sell theatricality.
You wouldn't know
Because your glasses are sealed
Facade is what you choose
Facade is what you see
Because your spirits are enslaved
Free birds are what you envy
Free birds are what you run away from.
Because your consciences are handicapped
Infidelity is what you beget
Infidelity is what your white lies are.
Believe when I say
The world is a theatre
Everyone puts up a show.
Pay attention when I say
My theatricality is the anti-dote
To the venomenous cluster f**k
You call "system".
To the viperous cluster f**k
You call "Norms."
To the baleful cluster f**k
You call "justice".