What Is Left To Inspire? - At All Cost

What is left to inspire?

A fabricated facade out of a perfect world replaces the old

I loathe this decaying society and culture, there are no more heroes,

there’s no hope anymore

Generations of literary masterpieces and avant-garde aesthetics are now buried

Between the trend of the week and between you and me there’s no sense of decency

Culture is a joke, everyone is dead inside

Nothing is right anymore, as black coats my eyes I renounce it all

Because we are brought up with blinders to know right from wrong,

consequently well one man’s morals are another man’s bombs

This world is filled with death and hate, this world’s filled with hate

And millions have died as a means to their end, and millions more will die as

they seek their revenge, so I will rise above

I can now rise above