Life’s a b* and then you die
so why not do drugs and let our brains fry
to feel a good high
Maybe cut a wrist or two easing the psychotic turmoil of what’s inside
our mind while trying to get by
in this bull thing called life sitting in your own room full of sorrow none can hear you cry
Life’s a failing task
always having a blast until you’re broken now here you are still stuck in the past
trying to move on fast
in the nick of time life can end quicker than a flash
People dying everyday
there’s never time to do anything about it all we can do is pray
because we got bills to pay
for evil greedy pieces of s** who just sit around all day
in rich beds they lay
using hard-workers money as their prey
treating them as their own slave
leaving them with a bad taste
Life’s a game that you can’t beat
Only ones who are winning is the elite
they’re full of greed leaving the future for the rest of us looking bleak
Only thing left here is their evil deed
all we get is a doggy treat
leaving no room for us to flee
or for the poor to breathe
using the pigs who wear badges to end civilian life in a shooting spree
just to make sure for those of us who are still alive will never feel free
Suffering won’t end when the stupid and evil continue to breed