whatever happened to respect
we have fallen in a horrible pit
love would rather look through a telescope then a microscope
in each of are hearts there beats a drum

we have fallen on desolate time
having accepted ill faded rhymes
we seek self to please
this notion of thought should knock you to your knees

stop spreading the disease
you have put self on the throne of your life
amidst it's bitter pain & strife
many lie in wait to deceive

there god is self the one that can not save
they have chosen this path in which to tread
what is going on inside are heads
the notion of servant hood has taken a back seat

once this life is done no chance to repeat
why do we hate one another
viscous long fangs that bite in the night
eyes with spots with blackened stench

one must get beyond the self in order to arrive
distant ships traveling in the sea of turmoil
we must embark on a new journey to behold
the time for change is now