"Superficiality or Synchronicity"

Your words don't mean shit; the lyrics that
you scribe for your songs have no depth

You have no insight to offer, that unto this
 life which we live, is relevant; although
 their is input you could ascertain, from
 everything

Existentialism to you doesn't mean at all a
thing, as is heard in the heart that beats in
the words you sing

Superficial and incoherent are your musings;
only one-dimensional in their contemplating
of the things concerning our world

And their is so much more of which you could
speak about; the sounds are heard in the
voices of 6.5 billion lives

Just have the ears to hear what they're saying;
know where they're coming from

Can't you hear their wounded-hearts slowly-beating
drum; give me an instrument and then I will
strum, words that unto these correspond -

Words echoing their rhythm

Just stop with your self-centered and one-sided
 lines, wherein no one can find, anything at all
 that to them relates, other than cookie-cut,
 in-genuine dance beats
 
Your offerings that you mass-produce and promote,
 are not to offer hope, or to open people's minds, to
 the signs of our times; merely for the monetary
 gain, do unto you, your record companies give
 contracts that you on the dotted-lines
 sign -

Not for the world, but for your pockets to line

If you would just know -

That their is so much of which you could
 speak about; the sounds are heard in
 the voices of 6.5 billion lives

Just have the ears to hear what they're
 saying; know where they're coming
 from

Can't you hear their wounded-hearts slowly-beating
 drum; give me an instrument and then I will strum,
 words that unto these correspond -

Words echoing their rhythm

Look into their eyes; see the world-stream that within
 all of us flows; whereby we all united are tied, and
 then you will know

If you would just know -

That their is so much more of which you could
 speak about; the sounds are heard in the
 voices of 6.5 billion lives

Just have the ears to hear what they're
 saying; know where they're coming
 from

Can't you hear their wounded-hearts slowly-beating
 drum; give me an instrument and then I will strum,
 words that unto these correspond -

Words echoing their rhythm -

The rhythm that we all within are in synchronicity
 moving to

*this skrybe could have been placed under
 multiple categories but I chose to go with
 this one; for now