What to expect

From rejects

When masses are just too deaf

Opinions are so useless

I paint art with no brush

Inspired when rush like august

To master soundtracks

For playbacks, in cranium

Beats harder than titanium

Sometimes I feel the pressure

I’m trying to ignore it

Lies make me feel important

Illusions are so gorgeous

But too busy carving tablets

Pieces of this madness

To listen to these _______?

This prophecy's from me

Will keep me past death

I’ll never take my last breathe

So why stress?