Down South

Down south it remain worthless
Juveniles grew artificial beards
Why listen while you're deaf
A careless generation ready to rest
They fear not death down there
Lot pointing fingers to the maker

Faith the last hope of a victim
Why believe a man you've never seen
A mystery left unsolved to the little minded
Survival of the fittest what a fatal play
No drinks no food just graves
Death a habit of shame

An epidemic factory of ancestors
Death the predator himself is confused
Karma is indeed a ruthless reminder
The beginning of the end arrived
All though the question arise
What if it's a dream they didn't perish