Rebellion

Clay-mation depicts our movements So often they are frame by frame Pictures taken for our fame But never snapped in shining moments Great stories pour out laments for our lost souls and lost games for the multitude he fails to claim And we never step-up to comment Then, with our lives at ninety-nine percent when everyone loudly, proudly proclaims Our mold is not set, dripping in shame and nothing of real life was actually spent But we are the clay, we are the tenant No, we hold the controlling flame The fire that set Adam to blame And it fires us to god's dissent