It is the world of artists, and the world of hacks.
To be reduced to a mindless vendor selling commodities, and to be taken with millstone of the world of all its spectacles. Two pulling each other apart and back again.
That's the desire of the machine, and desires of the master that I drone and break free from.
From the commercial cack to the romantic madness of the loner. I see you.
The gigs down the road, I should go down there to rumble.
Let's rumble.