If there was a day an umbrella chooses so to become dysfunctional,
It’s the day I needed a shield.
Whether it is the potential torrent of rain
Or an unsung scorching radiance that a being such as I cannot overpower alone.

All alone in the rain,
All alone in the chaos,
All alone while the rain is pouring down from inside,
Not outside,
Waltzing around with the clouds.

Isn’t this considered false advertisement?
An umbrella is suppose to protect you from the elements,
Not betray you and make you look you like a soggy, abandoned, street child?

Seems the gods are after your mask.
Your hiding from them, are you not?
What are you hiding, might I intrigue?

It’s a rapid disease, is it not?
This systematic timing where people jump off cliffs,
It’s really happening!
GREAT.
Anytime we need the media,
It would probably be now.

Come ready with your conviction.
Advertising such controversy in a biased matter is something that would quickly come to a halt.
If this tape was in my hands instead of yours,
The premonition of the comfortable life you're betting on,
I will let it be filled with gluttony.

I shall seek for an untouched umbrella.
The pursuit for one shall be brutal,
And yet in the end,
The charisma shall arm me properly,
Good enough for me, myself, and I.