Everything Is Art (E.I.A)

The whole world touches itself
Grotesquely to the rotting of our minds
We lose everyday in hopes of gaining tomorrow
In hopes of enlightenment from this sorrow
So we turn to the bullshit media
The one true form that can't see the beauty in ya
And we inject it into our veins
and smoke it into our hearts
We push our very soul to the ground
Taking advantage and tossing a few dollars on it
Then we sit
We fucking sit and age
In an age where we can't afford to age
Where we can't afford to live, let alone "live"
We crash into each other and feel each other
While yelling at each other
When we all came from the same mother
The same fathers of death
We toss around the word love
Clip the wings of the dove
And let it try to find its way home
Take the sky away and pollute it
Take the forest away and shoot it
Put it out to pasture with the pesticides
While my heart still resides
In hatred
While the artists still make hits
While the true art is in our nature
While the crowd stares but never sees me
The child crying in front of the graffiti
We toss and turn and play games with each others minds
For what fucking reason, can't you decide
If you love someone or not?
You can't hide forever and rot
You need to let your heart breathe and shine
Fuck all the warning signs.