I've built these four walls
Palms bloodied in a titanium sentiment
Teeth broken under bottle necked business
The scars draw pictures of the stars
Plastered tears on the wall and called it paint
Leave your scewed values at the door
We can wipe our feet on the hipocrisy and call it a welcome mat
Welcome home darling

These four walls can hold more than your last sip
Structure built from our bridges off of last years ledge
No chance for broken peices to carve our faces on in the night
Welcome home darling

Hipocrisy.
Everyday I wake up breathing the same air as those I call friends.
They know thats not what they are, who they are. It'll never end,
The long days of critisism, false accusations, random assumptions.
Oh don't pretend like thats who you are, your being a complete fool.
Don't think it makes you look biggger, intriguing, authorative or cool.
Hypocrisy.
Dont try to look for excuses for your behavior,
Why sympathy and popularity is what you crave for.
You have fooled many but the biggest is yourself.
You try to think of situations where you aren't the bad person,
But it all leads back to you not making any sense at all, again just you not being yourself.
Hypocrisy.
You cry to find a reason to cry.
This isn't who you are, just a simple soul looking for something to stand by.
Well it's funny your told to look in the mirror, the way you steam like tea,
Because whenever I look in the mirror hypocrisy stares at me.

I sold my intimacy
for sake of publicity,
*** sells in democracy,
Lord Dollar, please set me free!

I see now - hipocrisy
takes over things I believed.

I'm naked, they look at me,
they buy me, they make me free,
but Freedom is what I seek.

Oh, Freedom is all I need
in times of Great Slavery,
when each day's a robbery.
I'm poorer than younger me,
I'm richer than older me.

I sold my intimacy
for sake of modernity
and shameless society
without any dignity.

My body's all they can see,
my body is all they need
to make them happy and free,

but, they, in reality
unhappy are, slaved for keeps,
so am I, and I can see
mistakes I've done, idiot me,
for sake of publicity,
I worship idiocracy,
****-riding pussocracy,
like war with Intimacy.

Half-naked girls in the street
and women ****** on the screen
by dumb masculinity.
Life-saving *******,
no, *******, you can't save me.

Where is my intimacy?
I've sold it, oh stupid me,
for sake of publicity,
*** sells in democracy.

Is there a need to deny who you are?
And if there is what is the purpose?
Continue to pretend to be of a "superior" race, in the end you're still as the rest of us.
Slaves to a judgement based on the color of blood lines.
Admit to self that your heritage is as is known not as is spoken.
Stop the hipocrisy, and hunger for attention.
Clearly you lack patriotism and pride in who is truely running through your veins.

Teachers always say,
"Strive for excellence, not for perfection"
"Giving your best matters the most"
"Grades do not define you"
"Studying with the mentality of passing is nothing"

Why would they say those,
If they were the ones who push us to feel;
We are to perfect
We are to be highest
We are who our grades are
We are to study to pass

Studying for passing.
Passing without learning.

Lovely Blooms the flower of betrayal
If it's seeded in it's blood
Thus it always needs a victim
Living of it's own to rot

The traitors lilly is not poisonous
Though it spreads unto a touch
But as a flower of betrayal
It´s tainting weapons work as much

It´s seeds can rest and root forever
Or be in fruit within one year
The traitors lilly hides with others
Changing both color and appeal

Yet a single trait reveals her
More than any other mark
The traitors lilly has no feelings
And can´t do anything by heart

Search for the spark of hipocrisy
Inside a face of plastic smile
Until the mask of traitor lilly
Reveals the lilly´s weave of lies

This soul of mine cant fall into peace with my heart
So, it's a battle that never ends and again is yet to start
And if it was all true, then Dinosaurs died for you
Somebody help me, THERE IS A TYRANNOSAURUS REX ON MY CRUCIFIX
And I bow down to what no longer exists
For my body turned out to be my Soul's prison cell
and the people that surround me always feed it hell
this Snake Incanation will cause me to burst into Oblivion
Your Hipocrisy got you hidden like a Chamilion
BUT SOON, YOUR SKELETON WILL WALK AROUND NAKED, WITH EVERY OFFENSE TATTED ON EACH BONE DAMAGED!
The Tropical forest you call a home will become a hell you wish to forget!
Think! Dinosaurs died for you,
OUT OF EXISTENCE JUST FOR YOUR EXISTENCE
I bow, not to Jesus, but to A TYRANNOSAURUS REX ON MY CRUCIFIX

All Those I had stained
Came to bleed on me
And bathe me in ointment
My hipocrisy

"You're so ******* great,
You're a radio star,
But under that we
All know what you are"

I danced my defense
I watered the floor
All painting me evil,
I ran out the door

Escape was futile
So I just gave in
In the game of "hurt-no-one"
There's no way you can win

Those restless nights.
Lay in bed, brain lit abright.
Mind off wondering late into the night.

Drifting off in theory, fantasy, and psychological harakiri.
Mind aimlessly adrift, throughout the cosmic rift.
The trivialities of unseen realities.
The complacent within societies debasement.
General hipocrisy of rampant misology.
Apostasy!

Before you know it, the dawning light.
Yet another sleepless, restless night.

When smiles turn to shock
Democracy becoming dictatorship
Hope being hatred
Courage downgrade to curse
Winning becoming war
Freedom stripped by Falling
My joy has become jeopardy
Friends fall to foes
Associates are now my antagonisers...
I stand on the unknown
Searching for the stolen
I dine with the unpredictable
Lot of friends left me loneliness
Few strangers embraced me with support
And i replaced Hipocrisy with hope

Mbaiwa M Mabua

I miss looking in the eyes,
Not your eyes...but the eyes of someone
Who actually cares for me!
Your eyes are filled with hipocrisy...
You don’t even want to look at me...

I miss holding someone’s gane
And feel the warm feeling
That runs through my heart!
With you I had none of that...
With you I only felt cold...

I miss being loved
But I don’t miss loving someone
Because throghout this time
I love you with all my soul
And got nothing in return...