The world is simply a ball on a pin
A sudden tap to collapse the universe
Waiting to be set up again

Waiting for when
Theyll make it worse
Losing composure to be tilted off the pin

World of artificial zen
Carrying out a curse
To knock it off the pin again

There will come a day for men
Attemping to immerse through a spiritual verse
But find theyre still tacked by a pin

Two four six eight ten
Times the perished world meets a hearse
Again, again and again

Finishing with amen
To try to reverse
The plummet of the world on a pin
Once again