To be mainstream
Means sacrifice
Like vampires sucking your blood
In exchange for your freedom
Fame doesn’t come without a price
In a tainted industry
That controls the masses
For music artists,
It’s both freedom and creative expression
That slowly wither away
Every time they choose to stay
Within the confined space
Pushing out albums
Like products in a factory
This is when marketing
Becomes venom
For its no longer art,
But a facade
With the quiet cries of help
Underneath the surface
Many line up behind the brand,
For there is loyalty,
But many begin to take notice,
The downfall of quality,
the absence of the flame
That once burned with no restraints
