House of Flies

I see you in the crowd
Through the cloud
Stand out speak out and speak loud, like your opinion matters
Cut out the crap, you shouldn't be so proud
Demanding in a place where you shouldn't have a say
Trying to paint a picture you want us to portray
Shut up, get out the way; don't act like you have a say, It's not okay
Who are you to think we should obey?

Type away, say what you want because you're not face to face; strong behind a keyboard
Speak your mind, then slip away; If you don't like what you hear, then show up and go away
Don't try to enter my brain; you're a cancer, a sickness you drain
Emotion, type away keyboard warrior for your fame
You're out of your place, out of your space

You aren't a part of my reign, you're out of your lane
You're a stain to this industry, this place out of your domain
We hear you, it won't stop the campaign
You're only feeding the fire, fait to flames, it's really quite simple why must I explain
You act like your thoughts pertain
Does it please you, does it entertain?

Behead the artist who redefines and improves and pushes himself
Retread, why should we put out the same crap?
Same album, new label, how could you like that?
What are you doing if you aren't pushing yourself
Pushing your limits, your boundaries
Slave the writer, the pen; duplicate, not create in a visionless factory
For your pleasure and satisfactory
Chain up the mastermind, you must be out of your mind
Don't stand where you don't belong; you don't belong; just admit you lack wit
Imagination, you should quit
Holding down artists to the same crap, limitation for your gratification
Imprisonment, incarceration
Scared of mutation or origination
That any alteration will destroy all infatuation
This came from my imagination
Don't mess with my creation

Don't care about your admiration
Imitation, fascination and infatuation
Turn your back and stretch your mind showing some adaptation
I foresaw this with anticipation
You provided affirmation
Wear your hate like a decoration
Inspires me and brings on elevation

You're toxic, corrosive and poisons
Drag me down to the hell that you call home
Obligated to make me feel like you do
And everyone knows that you poison to the bone
You poison to the



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Writer(s): Message Man
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