Lord, my cups are drink to be filled,
A chaotic mind of whirlwind speed,
Unlike the dust on the window sills
and abandoned of watering seeds

My mind is catharsis
anxious of the righteous
a corpse of the countless
charges as to the harmless,
bottles smash the carcass
the mattress of the heartless,
the lifeless aren't the senseless
The clueless are the neck lasses
viciously attacks the precious-ness
on the basis of being a novice,
A witness may leave in sickness
harnesses catch the consequences,
homeless are a pencil's sharpness,
blunt comes government's mindless.