Fragile lives and shattered dreams,
all coming apart at the seems,
the cruelest dream is our reality,
a fatality not before known,
while others were thrown,
from where we used to meet,
we can’t beat how this world has changed,
becoming to desolate and deranged,
trying to adapt to this world
that has changed.
The poor scrounging for dirty needles,
while the rich are nothing more
then blood sucking beetles,
keeping their stance in society,
by taking away their variety.
Trapped at the bottom of the ladder,
but would you rather,
be the one scrounging for dirty needles,
or the blood sucking beetles,
who made them this way,
what more can I say,
this is the way we pray,
focused on ourselves,
only caring for our position
on the ladder,
but if you had a choice,
would you listen to that voice,
be the one scrounging for dirty needles,
or the blood sucking beetles,
I know the truth of your choice,
you will ignore that voice,
as if you had no choice,
you will continue with your day,
there’s nothing more that I can say,
no matter if you continue to pray,
no one cares what you have to say,
but I will tell you this day,
you are no better then the
blood sucking beetles
you only wish to decay.