to know you never know what you know they know we know you have to just know… till rhythm drops a beat in the system, a wildfire uncontrollable started from a angry little spark in the darkness. what is this? am i a witness to limitless limits and chains allegorical, tales metaphorical taken for truth? a slue of credit card kings and queens with the means to spin tales and makes sales and own it all? falling leaders so tall on their royal-bought thrones, these clowns are insults, real clowns are funny, and are willing to let me laugh when i give them my money. funny, when it breaks down it’s all just us. the silent, the violent, those who don’t make a fuss. the loud, the extreme, those stuck in between. and those who don’t know they never know what they know we know. you know?