afraid of change and deprivation the proud now crazed in devastation
families drivin to insanity a livin inhumanity feelins hiddin in a vanity
a livin breathin cavity see the tragedy is we give it release so casually
what's crazed is that razor blades get us more praise than brains
can we save our ways when sanity fades in waves as we aid depraved?
All we see is a masquerade feelings explosive like a hand grenade
And everybody's too damn afraid yet we still call this the land of brave
cowards empowered have soured our flowers from towers they showered
they overpowered and scoured our hours left our powers devoured
Now destruction leads to corruption leads to Earth's grandest disruption
Corruption's seduction plus terrorist instruction leads to volcanic eruption
But if we don't die in the masses blasted up and fried from the flashes
Will we rise from the ashes? Rebuild and just resign from our clashes?
Or is our flawed design everlasting despite our time and our fasting?
Are we magicians just miming the casting if so then why am I asking?











