This world is packed to the very brim

With a forecast looking somewhat dim

The medicine makes us sicker than the treatment is in our heads

Mind over matter meets Charles Darwin or we're better off dead



A personal epitaph as one man meets his grave

This is the land of the free and home of the brave

Then why is everyone on vacation because I see alot of cowardice

Where the heroes are never spotlighted and it's another wasted sacrifice



Truth and lies discrimination often those lines are blurred

You tend to protect what saves your agenda so we can rest assure

Another sick game is being played and soon we'll all be buying

Soon we'll all be kissing ashes in this world that's dying



Angel wings and demon kings oh how I love your fence line

Choose a side or pay the price was this some kind of punch line?

What destroys our youth we put to blame, yet we can't look at our reflection

To see everyone is an equal f*** up, upon further introspection