I dream of a life filled with cameras flashing,
And fame acquired based on my skills alone.
This will be nothing more than a pipe dream
In a society stuck in standards of vanity.
I've had times where I wanted to torch TVs
To destroy images of manufactured nonsense
Before they're burned into my conscience.
Mainstream success isn't earned with quality;
Respect doesn't pay rent for anyone.
Why do we proceed to do the dance
For empty suits who've never had a clue?
They're where they are because they failed
When they tried to light skies with words.
I love watching those lacking real thought
Chasing after a dollar like drops of alcohol
In bottles of booze emphasizing addiction.
My credibility is a resource I can't risk.
Few people still have theirs to maintain.
How can we respect them in this strife?
Each day I'm dreaming of this life.
