So many people to talk to

Everyone has something to say

I will pour the wine and laugh politely

You are not saying anything

But how I hate these stupid games we play

In an effort to be sophisticated

We are shutting ourselves in golden cages of dignity

I wonder if these people know the meaning of words 

Or only the meaning of money

The meaning of flattery 

How can you be heard when we've designed ourselves to say nothing

The breaking glass under our feet shines as bright as the diamonds on our necks slowly suffocating us

The blade of the knife shines as bright as the platinum in the crown that was too heavy to wear

So pour another glass of the red fluid that will resemble the fluid we pump our of the earth and the blood we spill because of stupidity

And you might think the ones with diamonds are the only ones saying nothing

But doesn't everyone wish to have diamonds?