Yellow

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?