Wizard Of Cause (Followers of the fabricated road)

Stair at me with your fictious grin
Reminds me your the man of tin
Assembled quickly without a heart
Truly a forgery of once great art.

So you pretend to have such untold pain
Reminds me your the man with no brain 
Factory stuffed without knowlege to spare
Factual findings your the antonym of rare.

I just love to see your imaginary walls
Reminds me your the man with no balls
Sadly real courage is another you lack
Documents prove no spine in your back.

My great escape is expression through poem
Reminds me how I just want to go home
Click my heals theres no place like there
There is reality, and its so hard to bare.

Hope your everything lifts up in the air
Land on your demons leave no one to spare 
Your program is set and can never be changed
You are one invention that cant be exchanged. 


~Beautiful Pollution