in this heartless era all attempts at movements are stuck
all hope is given up and bluntly - no one gives a fuck
society has gone corrupt and it appears we`re hopeless
and the idea is potent
but i`m not surprised no one noticed
since all your eyes are open but only watchin` what's golden
nuns holdin broken crosses
the support is gone and greed stole it.
if you focus on whats wrong and fix it it`d be simplisitc
but we've all missed it and guess what
greed took our ticket.
and all these people say i'm crazy `cuz i speak for days
on how these girls get raped
kids get slayed
and society gets payed
in hate - but fuck i'll stop thinkin, follow my way
forget my worries
i`ll think about tommorows parties
the coldness unending, sending negative vibes
until the frozen chosen ones are barely alive
wishing for times to put them back on two feet
charge in a retreat, they're drowning in deceit
and the price was miscalculated on the receipt
keep shoes clean when mud & blood are knee deep
the stories go bad; in this heat they can't keep
the happy sad piper plays alone on the street
and we all pass by without a nod or a grin
I don't know where to begin when competance is a sin
and insolence will win because liberty is bored
with honesty and casualty rates begin to soar
above the clouds where our hopes are all stashed
we sink deeper in the quicksand only cause we thrash
about...what is it about? why don't you care?
isn't he the image of Jesus standing there?
I've declined the moral value & decided to discard me
I only have to keep my mind on tomorrow's parties