An eight-ball of pitfall, sinking deeper down the sewer
***** them, drag them from the tail they keep bragging about
Drunken state of imaginary art, a wasteland of thoughts
Scattered across the globe, it's a bipolar war between humans
And those who've lost humanity.

Cryptic messages passed around
Triangle, square, x, x, x
Perpetual codes analyzed within our brains
Clouded mind leads to insanity, unavoidable, some might say
We can't decide the outcome but the paths taken could have been altered.

Everything's flawed, the laws, the people
Soon no one cares how deep you've fallen
We just want to play with toy soldiers while the folders keep getting deleted
But it's not our job, we didn't choose for you to be unstable
Maybe we're able to make a change by pulling hairs
Except we're scared of balding because not everyone deserves to have a birthday cake made for them every year.