Today,
We have people who live,
Who fight to live
Who fight to die
Today,
With the eyes that I see
The truth that I see
The more corrupt...
Is our state of the free...
This,
Stems from the individual roots of society
You See...
The Truth Is;
Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls
Hospitals hear more prayers than churches' walls
And Yet...
We.
Still.
Fall...
Not As a Group...
But One by One...
Consumed by Greed
With Our Hands on a Knife
With Our Hands by a Gun
"To Be or Not To Be"
A(n) (In)famous line from Shakespearean Poetry...
**** or be FREED...
From the torment within our society....
With our hands on the trigger
The noose, the pills
With our final words spoken,
Written in wills...
Media's Influence,
Over Suicidal Kills,
Where Nameless Graves End Up
Over Endless Hills...
This is the Legacy
Our future generations will see...
We say,
"Give our children a better future!"
"Give our children a better world!"
"It's our responsibility to teach the drills!"
WHY DON'T WE JUST HAND THEM THE DEBTS, THE BILLS!?
Because as far as I see...
There's no need for you or me...
Have you ever
Looked at our hands
From each broken vein
To the ****** sands
Have you ever
Looked at our hands
Soaked to the bones
Drenched in demands
Have you ever
Looked at their hands
So small and delicate
Still TRYING to Understand
Could you ever
Look at their hands
TWISTED from the torment
*We will force them to withstand...