They told me I’m in the land of the living,
So why have I never felt less alive?
As if the bugs are already eating my insides.
I’m a rotting corpse,
And they are too afraid to say-
That the society that they made is killing me.
Because what image would that portray?
It would squash the “American Dream”,
And twist it into a nightmarish scream.
But beware,
Because they have no caution signs.
No where does it say;
“Ahead lays all of our lies”.
No, they’ll take you to Hades home;
And they will have the audacity to say,
That you’re in Olympus drinking nectar with the gods of today.
When really, you’re slowly withering away.