Rock Is Dead

Rock is dead along with the attitudes

Artists who have only been troubled with themselves

And never with their fellow men

They have been concerned about flauting

Their jewelry and dimes and their planned transgression

Their rebel behavior in records' covers

The faith of removing mountains succumbs

Crumpled up by the tentacles of materialism

Consumism and merchandise

Marketing loses it's prior function

And serves only for profits

Shall Rock only be when the reason of the heart still exists

While blood circulates through the veins

While music is still able to impel you

To thought being off is not being the ordinary

It's being coherent

It's to live and let live

How can Rock breathe if it has been suffocated

Inside detergent flasks?

ROCK IS DEAD!