Against Automation

young hearts don't always beat to standard verse & chorus. 

we'll deviate from your script & fake our own deaths tonight. 

we've plotted our escape, 

using these instruments & a corrupt language, 

with voices stronger than those projected.

the stage is set, but the set's a fake.

we refuse to memorize the soundtrack to your racket. 

and i will not choreograph the next distraction. 

interruption is music to our ears. 

everything written down is an act.