Hail all our teachers and informants they fight It’s all about blue no yellow in space for them Aren’t they enough inspiration? We’re fixated on the issues Yet we’re still couch potatoes In fact, we add up to these noises We’re like popes enthroning the kings and queens We don’t have everything and we crave for more But we’re in the midst of two extremes That’s what makes us more explosive C’mon let’s make our bombs and not theirs explode Maybe we’ll be the next to shed our tears or worst turn into zombies with just a move But isn’t it better than letting the divas eat our bread?