The World…

Is dark an cruel place

Hearts in it are cold

Tempted by others our lives are screwed up vortexes

Of emotion an meaningless promises

The World… is like a killing machine

That we have trapped ourselves in

Feeling around in the dark looking for away out

There is no way out that's what they want

The World… is rotating gas chamber that we try to make better

With all of our rules, religions, governments

Placing things on this death machine that try to make our lives

Seem meaningful

The World… is a rotting planet of life an its aspects

The flick flame shall be blown out.