On blood drenched streets we march
And psychotic bastards
Lead us,
Narcissistic fools
Make decisions for us,
While beggars compliment
Lonely souls
Twelve year olds sell drugs
And kids give birth to children
Lost mentalities
nod their heads to these sick
political lies
While drunks sing along
with some sort of useless pride,
Grey skies greet boring people,
Technical fault incade the brain,
No beauty is found,
No beauty is looked for,
Fake teens
act happy
and cut behind closed doors,
Depressed youth
Supposedly the future,
Are crying themselves to sleep,
Because our world is Cruel,
Our world is Unfair
And only us the Brave,
Us the enigmas of this silly society
See through the mist.
