That shy labour laden folk
stares in full force tunes
a dogmatic humour
of blunt double edged time
It's as if the tone of the skin
is an artist mix-up makeup
such an angry ignorant world

Dig the ground to depths
Ping the bells in the nights
Ding the **** in sight

In a world where right is wrong
the wrong that is the ethical truth
a shiny death bed with rotten caskets
masks of superior contextual ego
the masters sedated in the graveyards
the rulers selected in dark tunnels
such an angry ignorant world

Trick the graphs in halves
Move the lines in curves
Construct the earth as carves

Line up these thoughts and crunch
That a man is man, his deed maketh him
His action is his absolute character
the colours we wear makes us act
ruthless like dogs in the dead jungle
spit those words, eat the falsified values
starve to see the plentiful truth
Such an angry ignorant world

Paint the canvas of the time
The fallen sense of the mime  
*Un-cleansed humanity dime