Condemned to harness powers of creativity,

people don't want to see me be me.

The pen is my sword, music is my shield.

I wish you could understand the powers I wield.

It could be a wonderful living,

instead we watch corrupt music barely shining.

Do you believe what you see on t.v?

You are what they want you to be.

Your brains full of fame and fortune.

Soon you see a new moving motion.

You begin to see the lies and the demons,

you now have a different view of the United Nations.

I want to share my thoughts,

destroy the hate that darkness brought.

Gaias wolves always howl at the moon,

the end will be coming soon.

On this planet I will always stay,

I await the morning of a brand new day.