They are not with us
Hence, we are one and the same
Living on the same ground
Breathing the same air

The sons and daugthers of poverty
Dancing with the harsh tides of reality
Swiming for dear life
In an endless pit of greed

Drowning on a quicksand of debt
Holding on the knives of the selfish
Being played by Midas hands
Puppets of false kings and emperors

We are vouyers of pain
Peeping toms of agony
We hear and we feel
We feel but we do nothing

We offer symphathy
Living their lives through emphathy
But the bitter truth we try to conceal
We are beings of apathy

Looking like were in pain
Up on the stage where all eyes can see
Narcissuses who seek a minute of fame
Playing a charades of sensitivity

What can merely looking do?

Lust with Disgust, I am in Beast Mode, Teased  overload. What i cant phathom is being hurt for what i cant control. Pain being in slain, Crude is like being Rude, Hatred with no sacred is like just not wanting to Live for myself. I turn this way i turn that way, as the moon shines upon my face, I feel disgraced. I am mad and angry for what you have done to me. Without Emphathy i don't want your Symphathy. Your name is Thomas you act like Nostradamus You act like your better than the rest if the rest is on a test then your not any better than the rest You point fingers when you should look in the mirror. You Look at Paublo and you make him quiver with disgust. We are 3 and all i ask is to be free from pointing fingers

I heard my mama crying on phone call
And daddy's abuses they were having another quarrel
Mama cried so hard told me it was brutal
She didn't eat she didn't sleep neither did I
All night I couldn't breath  just sighed sigh
Realising the fact people change colours like a tie dye
To whom I gave my 100 and expected to standby
I put myself down to the knees I retried
Thrown outta symphathy they seemed occupied
fought back ,Somehow I recollected myself that night