Stars Abound

I guess I forgot who I was,
reciting
I'm so sick of being nothing
want to be something
Bored to death of all these conversations
no longer feeling hungry
for knowledge is a lost commodity
speaking now in vain
in a world where bitterness and belligerence thrown upon us
living has become the parody of having everything

Products of fear and money obsessed
commanding the attention of occupants
began the dumb and down contest
I favor the few who stand up and protest

it's all chess and battleship anyway,
hardship, comfort and who you worship,
politics, video views and internet personalities in a game of their own
with who has a world made of more fiction?
Drug pushing music industries who groom the fellowship of young musicians and compliment their addictions
it's all good when it all goes bad
it's just the fall that everyone is in fear of
change isn't pretty, they want the same old but would you rather a kingdom of shit or a kingdom of gold