“We’re all just some punks, miserable creatures With our human goal to be: enhancing all of our features Further into the caves, intentions become deeper Like killing your local preacher and to blame it on the teacher Because all kids are precious I sat alone, just to see How long it would take to burn down all of our trees Now we can’t even breathe Near each other, nobody can see one another It’s always about color And *** and race, and what-ever somebody ate There is no purpose, after the greatest We all became so very aimless Is it worth it, that Maybe the only thing I can ever be Is Instagram famous.”
This was severed and revised for better word play. Please enjoy. Thank you.