I pass bins bloated and stinking dead pigeons squashed 'n rotting on the floor, I pass the rich, the greed-infested sniggering entities dancing on the backs of the poor
I pass dogs nailed high upon billboards apartments riddled with flies, out in the distance a stray cat whines curdled with the sound of a child's cries
I pass drug addicts sneering and leering arms pock-marked and bruised - through ***, drugs and addiction obsessive compulsive dispositions are infused
ecstasy the fuel to the stars beyond to a world way better than our own; through poisoned hope and substance abuse, upon our brains the stye of sickness has grown
[music blaring formulated and fascist Oh save me ground control! Ashes to ashes]
for is it any wonder I rot from inside doomed to death by a heart blackened and sore? Crawling along, the carrions line up on the horizon - my cuts bleed, my bones ache, pain this body can't take anymore
nineteen years I've waited to be loved alas nothing but a crass compassion that neglects
oh please - please tell me I'm not destined to live like these rejects?