Karma

Like the pig is killed by the farmer
The spyer is spied on by the spy, that's the karma
The only difference is, I'm up to nothing
You can't say the same.
I sit here dying and crying
You are there, wet in a different way
You're there loving it all
And I'm here, the abyss down I fall.
But I suppose you will try to justify and deny
And me... waiting to die.
Every day it becomes closer and closer
Will you notice, beyond all the c**k.