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.
