Z-Old Release: Entrapment (For All You Artists Out There)

pleasant pop sheen artistic sell out a little cash a lot of superfluous gas somehow accused yet never hear the evidence condemned without knowing there's a trial a vision to follow a vision be damned want to go here the cattle prodders want you to stay want to experiment all hell breaks loose a new sound a new look oh look a freak's on the loose put you in a corner put you in a box screw you all I'm getting hot a ballice a belike enough of that here who do you think you are so much to so many people can't change now not ever individuality stolen identity locked in stone fluid bitterness can't ever be wishing to be something that once I should be now finding out I can't change without paying a fee who do you think you are keep on asking I'm me and you are you and we should be free examplum behaviour solid break down think I'm losing it fast to stay true the weight of the mind world crushing a thought of escape a road block ahead locked into commercialized paradise everyone gets what they want save for me save me bitter and muttering let me go someone help me please anyone at all moving into standard waters power mongrel gone awry yet the irony lies so far within invisible to all eyes save the ones looking out real vision move in a more traditional direction and for that I depart from my avant guard and called a sell out money and the power of lust lust for power spilling the guts of everyone and everything you love but look at the beautiful art art be damned no one cares anymore a soon forgotten dream lost and yet still fighting to be found no one nowhere nohow thinks one should really care just love the art and allow us to poison the fallow growth the customer's always right that's what I'd been brought up on self deprecating self righteous bastards killing you stealing you destroying you so long and I'll see you hopefully never again up in the sky blue and pink all the colours you never knew all the experiments all the wild lush surroundings here to be alone here to do as I wish I am alone solitaire interdependency where is everyone can you not see the art and now I know the value of the audience the callousness of the subjective conscious dear God what are we guilty ofWritten October 31st, 2001 © on Oct 31 2001 05:37 AM PST, Michael Edward London    nature