Medium Black

It shines through my glorious past 
The miserable life I've been leading 

Trophies of capitalism 
Mark my ground 

As I march through my 
Medium black existence 

Feasting on my own utopia 
Starving my soul to death 
Willingly playing my role 
In this soul shattering void 
I call my life 

Slowly fading from all 
Consciousness of who I am 
Or what I was 
Becoming a numb puppet, 
A property of a rule 
A model I must fit into 
And give up myself