Contract

So you want to be a pop star?
Take this white powder,
You need to fit in.
Pull yourself closer
To death's orbit.
Only then,
Can you truly sing
This is is how it works 
For you. 
I promise it's not dissolute

That's what they tell you
To sell yourself,
To live undead. 
Let the vulture feast.
But fame is now yours
To enjoy
While you're strangled 
By a contract
You never signed