The lack of people caring;
For the lives their corroding, as the beauty of nature they hog
and destroy...they'll be gone soon enough, its not bothering them
The pain in the homeless man's eyes
The littering, the life their creating is so horrend-
Us,yes, its up to us..
To tear down their walls
Run down the halls
and never look back
Dont let their corruption drain your purity to
Like the smoke they breath, like their hearts and lies,
like their deals and their markets, like the constant sighs
that haunt them at night from an hour before
As the corruption drags their thinking to the point of "What's living for?"
Black like the gun's they'll all hold in their hands
as their corruption watches the hourglass sands
til they pull the trigger
and the last grain falls.
One life gone, no matter how small.
Its this vicious cycle we bring into play
I'm sorry but I cant come out with you today
I'm not like you, I'd rather stand here,