Our worlds flooded in blood and twisted...
I'll stay to the end, even though I hear the after...
My pockets are empty
my wallet is too...
I look up,
and I see a barren blue sky...
Drugs-the word becomes a pest.
Our world is slipping carelessly, into these drugs...
Drones, every one of them as they sit there,
In their jeans and their skirts...
Money is an obsession,
Mankind's downfall...
They warned me
And showed me...
It's amazing,
What you can do in so little time...
Living in a land, barren, stolen and raped,
exploiting hypocrisy like police brutality caught...
The shirt suits you, it matches your eyes,
I've fallen again, to my surprise...
They call her names,
and watch her cry...
I wish I had a normal life,
One initiated with loving tender care...