The Novelist

This is just the beginning, hear us out to the end
Before you begin to criticize us

All our blood, sweat, and tears
Laid out on the table for your judgment
If you only knew how much this meant to us
You would reconsider your choice of words

This will be a new chapter for us
And I am the novelist
My words will bend and break you

I could do this night after night
I can't remember the last time
This was not on my mind
Inspired by the sounds of the voices in the background
Or even the wind against my skin

These minds are filled with greed and hatred
These lights that guide us are slowly dimming
And we are left here all alone

So fixated, everyone seems so blinded by the lies
Everyone needs to wake the fuck up
And have a mind of their own
And now your pulse is beating
And my words surround you
You can now begin to criticize us