Evil, we’re evil, we keep spilling blood
Smile and brush off-dusting off dirty mud.
Bold big bold statements, say we’ll keep but we won’t
Print page after page why we should do what we don’t
Here literature destroys us, we are spit worthy blobs
If no one is perfect, why do you wait for their nods?
We’re humans the smartest, it’s a fact don’t you know
We live in an irony-we don’t reap what we sow
Tales after tales there is over expression of thought
People scramble over words more often than not
There is dearth of new content I fear that we waste
A life in bad humor and plastic debates
Pretty boys Pretty Girls, cut your blood thank your genes!
Hundreds of faces cut themselves in between
To tear through that ugly and look like their dreams
Just fake skin and crowns on fake kings and queens
Word after word more lips get a taste
Pretending to mean what they say but its only a waste
Don’t say it gets better as if you’re damned with a care
You’re cardboard. I’m paper. But both of us tear.
Its chaos! It’s madness! Relations killing each other
Bad words, blinding colors, sons lusting for mothers
Temples and businesses are banks vaulting venom
Simple speech is an effort, hope is a venom
Death is a mockery, there is love for that venom
Oh cry if you’re born! It’s poisonous. It’s venom.