Profit for pain
No other way that we have seen
Systems that won't change
Because it benefits the insane
Draining out
Fields of corpses to sustain
An evil that was never tamed

Offering no chance for stability
Puppetered by the hands of nobility
Ceasing the acts that made us deceased
Oh, such a joyous thing
Blowing out candles
Just to keep our own
Such is the way back home
We are not admirable
Instead, we are just a fallacy

Adrift on the ocean sea
Wondering
If I will ever be?
Trapped and confined for safety
Are we living to carry out our dreams
Or because we have nowhere else to be?
All in time
Saved by pride
Falling down
Drowning
All alone with your feats

A tree sheds skin
Loses branches
Peels with the sun
Falling with the leaves
Yet it is still the same
Flaws and benefits
Until it is chopped down
Then everyone complains
About a tree they never cared for
Until it was gone

Mother's care
Filling holes
By giving life
Does a baby enjoy strife?
Fertile nature
Brings devastation
You created life
To satisfy your vacancy

Intuition
Superstition
Reflecting on rivers
Twisted by moonlight
Illusions and tricks
Among the sticks
Clarity, duality
Pieces of a mystery
The lightest stars
Cast the deepest shadows
Deception remains wrong
But it sells in bulk
En masse, selling masks
Blinded by reflections

Would you open a door
If you knew what was coming?
Would you step on the frame
If the other side was worse?
Would you twist the doorknob
If what awaited was pain?
Pain brings progress
But all ours seems unnecessary
Necessary to progress
But all we do is beat others down
When we lift others up
We push ourselves down
But maybe, that's okay
Because in the end
Living is not ethical