Humming in the background
Slowly set in, very odd
How’s your journey so far, Is your music so underground?
Shaved beard didn’t bleed, felt like God
Flight I’d been on in escapist lapses
Life redeemed me with slow romances
Hell burned over with my cup half full
I pray for my cup to run over, now I feel a tool
Man was weak but had endless valour
Bind together like naked men panting in parlours
Sheathed swords for business discussions
Malevolence while tiresome makes crosses of destruction
Tyrants with tanks parked in their palaces
They are vampires with closets in their skeletons
Maiming maids of, made in Asia
While writing profound letters to Galatia
Women tired, children traded where is peace for them?
Equal pay and equal rights, who will weep for them?
Social change that changed no societies
Flourishes with the exchange of reality for sympathy
Pants are burning and boxer shorts too
Politicians have done what they do
Making holy widows from killing the sane
If democracy is the greatness, why does it feel the bane?