Mass

 
Touch the aether and cry
the weight of being is upon me
it could have been easier I think

A melody of the soul sings out of tune
uniquely playing in the energy
beautiful to no one really
it is agreed I'm strange

One on one I'm good
in a group singled out and on display
I alter according to the mood of the possie
to pacify the horde and fit in

Hiding myself away
my soul echoes an sos
is anybody else out there

I'm not suitable for mass consumption