Your loved ones are everywhere;
They're here and there.
And always come out of nowhere
To get you to comb their hair.
These so-called loved ones are so needy
And deep down they are so greedy.
When they give their hand to you
Its infected with the flu
And their other hand is behind their backs;
Rotting and turning black.
When they see you about,
They come close and say hello
Smiling, with no doubt
Looking for your eyes to glow.
And if your eyes do glow,
Then your hand opens up;
So that they can take what it shows
And drink it from your cup.
Do they have nothing of their own;
Your loved ones?
What happened to their thrones?
There are tons,
But they just want your stones.
These so-called loved ones
All they do is get on their knees,
Asking for bullets for their guns
To cure their sickening disease.
