THERE IS AN ORCHESTRA
IT PLAYS FOR THE DEAD, IT PLAYS FOR THE ENLIGHTENED
ITS IN EVERYTHING
I HEAR IT
We fear, we grow hungry
Because of that fear we will appear nourished in the light of publicity simply because we fear not fitting in
There are those who care only for the looks, all the lavishness and not tend to their health, their scalp will fade
Some even fully reject it




