A little rant on humanity's vanity
We have the power to be completely free
But instead we've chosen slavery
Like Loki said
"We were created to be subgegated"
But don't quote me on that
No, here quote me on this
This world ****** up,
What it tried to fix.
Up in my mix.
Twisted, by Lucifer tricks
We have worshipped the triple six
And now we're sick
But in the midst of the blackest darkness
A spark ignites
And illumination soon coincides
So go inside
The mind of heart
Not the heart of mind
There you will find
That you are not so blind
Just nurtured to be a selfish swine
You have a heart that is so divine
But it's choking, entwined
In clothes with price-tags could
Blow-your-mind
"Maybe money can fix this"
Is the mantra of sickness